In spite of the cost of living, it's still popular.

I was taught that I had to 'master' subjects. But who can 'master' beauty, or peace, or joy?

But hope has an astonishing resilience and strength. Its very persistence in our hearts indicates that it is not a tonic for wishful thinkers but the ground on which realists stand.

There seems to be so much more winter than we need this year.

Wariness about change is a kind of prairie wisdom.

It's all so beautiful . . . the spring . . . and books and music and fires. . . . Why aren't they enough?

In middle age we are apt to reach the horrifying conclusion that all sorrow, all pain, all passionate regret and loss and bitter disillusionment are self-made