Men are more conventional than women and much slower to change their ideas.

If we are lucky, we can give in and rest without feeling guilty. We can stop doing and concentrate on being.

Pay close attention to objects, events and natural phenomenon that would otherwise get chewed up in the daily grind.

Poets are immersed in process, and I mean process not as an amorphous blur but as a discipline. The hard work of writing has taught me that in matters of the heart, such as writing, or faith, there is no right or wrong way to do it, but only the way of your life. Just paying attention will teach you what bears fruit and what doesn't. But it will be necessary to revise--to doodle, scratch out, erase, even make a mess of things--in order to make it come out right.

This is a God who is not identified with the help of a dictionary but through a relationship.

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

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