Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.

I have a notion that if you are going to be spiritually curious, you better not get cluttered up with too many material things.

Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead.

I saw that worrying had come to nothing and gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

I know many lives worth living.

Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.