There is a kind of immortality in every garden.

The real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance.

Happiness of heart can never be measured out and bundled up, it's intangible. We keep running after it, grasping for it, and the heat of our running so seldom brings it closer. But now and then there may be a moment. We look at something and know it is good and beautiful. Those moments are happiness.

A cat is, by and large, sophisticated and complex, and capable of creating three-act plays around any single piece of action.

the real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance ... Days are no longer jagged peaks to climb; time is a meadow, and we move over it with level steps.

Most cats feel that bird-catching is their duty; the instinct goes back to prehistoric times. Amber keeps in practice by chasing moths.

Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.