The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life the clearer we should see through it.

The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life the clearer we should see through it.

It has been common knowledge to informed collectors that many times the finest and rarest art glass is found unsigned.

This celebration here tells me that this work is not hopeless. I thank you for this teaching with all my heart and lift my glass to human solidarity to the ultimate victory of knowledge peace good-will and understanding.

The intellect of the wise is like glass it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.

The first glass is for myself the second for my friends the third for good humor and the forth for my enemies.

I hope we don't get to the point where we have to have the cat stop chasing the mouse to teach him glassblowing and basket weaving.

I have this extraordinary life during the day and then I get to come home to my sweet husband who loves to cook with me. I have a nice glass of wine he has some scotch we chat we cook and we hang out with the dog. I have an absolute dream life.

About 15 years ago I went though a period of a year or so when I just couldn't find anything good. My wife noticed I was having trouble reading menus. I bought some cheap reading glasses in a drug store. I got home and suddenly all these books that weren't good were good.

If I go into a sandwich shop or anywhere that features 'Today's specials' on a chalkboard more than 10 feet away I have to ask for a printed menu. I smile at people I don't know on the street and ignore those I do. When at home I often find myself grabbing my 'back-up' glasses to search for the better-loved pair I have left on top of my dresser.