Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.

We all tend to make zealous judgments and thereby close ourselves off from revelation. If we feel that we already know something in its totality, then we fail to keep our ears and eyes open to that which may expand or even changes that which we so zealously think we know.

The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness.

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy.

A straight line is not the shortest distance between two points.

In my dreams, I never have an age.