Work is the only only only remedy for life: for happiness, for interest, for stability, for security. Hard, willed work. Oh work!

How can I be kind? How can I find bird-relief in the nest-building of day-to-day? Necessity supplies no velvet wing with which to escape. I am indeed and mortally pierced with the seeds of love.

I like to think that we’re not defined by what happens to us…because so many times they’re beyond our control. I like to think that we’re defined by our choices and our decisions.

The long days seduce all thought away, and we lie like the lizards in the sun, postponing our lives indefinitely.

Knowing it can always get worse, I try to be grateful for whatever good I have.

All time is now, and time can do no better. Nothing can ever be more now than now, and before this nothing was.

What you forget is that plants themselves want to live as much as you want them to. More.