New gods arise when they are needed.

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

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.

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

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

The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable loveliness.

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.