And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?

After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world.

Can one be passionate about the just, the ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit no labor in its cause? I don't think so. All summations have a beginning, all effect has a story, all kindness beings with the sown seed. Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of light is the crossroads of - indolence, or action. Be ignited or be gone.

A fact: one picks it up and reads it, and puts it down, and there is an end to it. But an idea! That one may pick up, and reflect upon, and oppose, and expand, and so pass a delightful afternoon altogether.

Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.

In my own work, I usually revise through forty or fifty drafts of a poem before I begin to feel content with it.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.