She long ago accepted the fact that happiness is like, swallows in spring. It may come and nest under your eaves or it may not. You cannot command it.

The lovers of life, they are children at heart always in their wonder and delight, but they do not grab.

All human beings have their otherness and it is that which cries out to the heart.

She long ago accepted the fact that happiness is like, swallows in spring. It may come and nest under your eaves or it may not. You cannot command it.

autumn days have a holiness that spring lacks ... They are like old serene saints for whom death has lost its terror.

What is the scent of water?" "Renewal. The goodness of God coming down like dew.

Nothing is ever finished and done with in this world. You may think a seed was finished and done with when it falls like a dead thing into the earth; but when it puts forth leaves and flowers next spring you see your mistake.