Life wears down the edges of the mind.

In whatever sense this year is a new year for you, may the moment find you eager and unafraid, ready to take it by the hand with joy and gratitude.

There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.

Community cannot for long feed on itself; it can only flourish with the coming of others from beyond, their unknown and undiscovered brothers.

Perfect love is long delayed.

At the core of life is a hard purposefulness, a determination to live.

The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window. Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow these and much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived.