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

The writer's advantage, in some respects, over those whose expression lies in other fields, is in the privilege of a double - sometimes a triple - living. Pleasure multiplied in the mirrors of words, and pain siphoned off in words.

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

To have children is a double living, the earthly fountain of youth, a continual fresh delight, a volcano as well as a fountain, and also a source of weariness beyond description.

What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?

... love and fear increase together with a precision almost mathematical: the greater the love is then the greater the fear is.

There is 'a time to be born' - and born again, free of accumulated, encrusted sores of fears and prejudices, old hates, of cancerous wounds, old prides. And there is a time to die - a time for the blue, unburied child of our young years to be decently interred - and to get on with the living.