I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace.

When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day's sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay's call, ice melting and so on. This helps me transcend the traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, leave all the mind theaters behind and focus on nature instead. I still must abide by the rules of the road, of biking, of gravity. But I am mentally far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else's heart.

There are well-dressed foolish ideas just as there are well-dressed fools.

Nature is more like a seesaw than a crystal, a never-ending conga line of bold moves and corrections.

The heart is a museum, filled with the exhibits of a lifetime's loves.

Who would drink from a cup when they can drink from the source?

Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points.