a person is never entirely holy or entirely sinful.

A magic dwells in each beginning, protecting us, telling us how to live.

Whether you and I and a few others will renew the world some day remains to be seen. But within ourselves we must renew it each day.

Gratitude is not a virtue I believe in, and to me it seems hypocritical to expect it from a child.

Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

Fortunately, like most children, I had learned what is most valuable, most indispensable for life before school years began, taught by apple trees, by rain and sun, river and woods.

The river taught us how to listen with a silent heart, with a waiting open soul.