things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat.

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.

The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it.

Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind!

The things we felt most are hardest to put into words. Hate is always easier to speak of than love. How shall I make love go through the sieve of words and come out something besides a pulp?

Everything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness.

New gods arise when they are needed.