When you're so drawn to art, to making pictures and looking at art, it's really all you want to think about.
Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning.
The sincere friends of this world are as ship lights in the stormiest of nights.
Take pleasure in your dreams; relish your principles and drape your purest feelings on the heart of a precious lover.
The human heart is as a frail craft on which we wish to reach the stars.
Every painting is a voyage into a sacred harbor.
We have to do immigration reform while the pro-deportation crew is still reeling.
I do not like the late resurrection of the Jesuits. . . . If ever any congregation of men could merit eternal perdition on earth, and in hell, according to these historians, though, like Pascal, true Catholics, it is this company of Loyolas.
In five years' time at this pace global warming becomes irreversible.
You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone.