Words of comfort, skillfully administered, are the oldest therapy known to man.

A man who works with his hands is a laborer; a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman; but a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist.

Words like -- 'you did a bad job and you always do that' -- they tell you in therapy that 'you' is a very destructive word unless it is used in a positive way,

I know of no higher fortitude than stubborness in the face of overwhelming odds.

A beautiful lady is an accident of nature. A beautiful old lady is a work of art.

Where there is no difference, there is only indifference.