The ultimate diagnosis of every sufferer is not that he is a lost soul, but that he has yet to find his Soul.

At The Sanctuary there's a sculpture of Harry Edwards' hands. But his heart that led them you must imagine.

However you imagine God must be correct – for there's no not-God.

Whatever Creativity I have been given is for you – to give It on to others.

I sing to the trees – and they dance back to me.

If the art is altruistic, then always it is healing.

The trees don't regard their lichens as eczema.

Countless stars in the universe, countless spirits in their World: and the medium has a telescope.

A bird in the sky, a dot on my canvas.

If only I could paint the sky!