A love of nature is a consolation against failure.

Real painters understand with a brush in their hand.

It is important to express oneself... provided the feelings are real and are taken from your own experience.

I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

Given the huge nature (of the disaster), it is inevitable there would be areas of failure. There are a lot of areas we can look and say could have been done better. But if we look at the overall dimensions of the thing, we have to cut some people some slack.