After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life.

Certain environments, certain modes of life, and certain rules of conduct are more conducive to inner and outer harmony than others. There are, in fact, certain roads that one may follow. Simplification is one of them.

My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.

We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim.

The beach is not the place to work; to read, write or think.

One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.