You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.

Affliction is more apt to suffocate the imagination than to stimulate it.

Nothing we do has the quickness, the sureness, the deep intelligence living at peace would have.

Teachers at all levels encourage the idea that you have to talk about things in order to understand them, because they wouldn't have jobs, otherwise. But it's phony, you know.

What I heard was my whole self saying and singing what it knew: I can.

We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.

Marvelous Truth, confront us at every turn, in every guise.