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

...there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life you could save.

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

All eternity is in the moment.

Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled---to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.

The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.

My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.