The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts.

Almost all words do have colour and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too.

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.

I suppose I am a sparrow, a stay-at-home bird.

June in New England is like a lover's dream made tangible.

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

April is a promise of what's to come.