The minute we begin to think we have all the answers, we forget the questions.

I do not know everything; still many things I understand.

To share poetry is one of the most intimate acts of friendship possible.

If you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you. Where you just put down what you think about life, what you think about things, what you think is fair and what you think is unfair.

Following Christ has nothing to do with success as the world sees success. It has to do with love.

Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!

The earth will never be the same again Rock, water, tree, iron, share this greif As distant stars participate in the pain. A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf, A dolphin death, O this particular loss A Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried If this small one was tossed away as dross, The very galaxies would have lied. How shall we sing our love's song now In this strange land where all are born to die? Each tree and leaf and star show how The universe is part of this one cry, Every life is noted and is cherished, and nothing loved is ever lost or perished.