Am I like the optimist who, while falling ten stories from a building, says at each story, I'm all right so far?
Honesty is stronger medicine than sympathy, which may console but often conceals.
Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are.
Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.
Islands are reminders of arrivals and departures.
To trace the history of a river . . . is to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body.