A true work of art is shaped by the hands of another, and if in shaping us that ‘other’ is anything other than God, the piece will never touch the remotest periphery of its potential.

I can wait for life to shape me in whatever manner it chooses. Or I can shape me to make life whatever I choose.

If I had any hand in it at all there’s a chance that it might be beautiful, but it simply cannot not be majestic.

The legacy I leave will be unimaginably enhanced by the legacies I received. Therefore, I must be wise enough to embrace the history of those who have gone before me so that I can shape the future of those who will go ahead of me.