Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
Balance is not to be sought by association with others; it must exist within one's self.
Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers.
To write is to descend, to excavate, to go underground.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.