When we live with a memory we live with a corpse; the impact of the experience has changed us once but can never change us again.

What continues to astonish me about a garden is that you can walk past it in a hurry, see something wrong, stop to set it right, and emerge an hour or two later breathless, contented, and wondering what on earth happened.

when a gourd is hollowed out it becomes empty and is of great use to the world because of its emptiness.

Both therapy and friendship possessed the common denominator of discovering a self.

... old clothes, old friends, old books. One needs constants in a traveling life.

If something anticipated arrives too late it finds us numb, wrung out from waiting, and we feel - nothing at all. The best things arrive on time.

It's compassion that makes gods of us.