Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.

So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.

There were times over the years when life was not easy, but if you're working a few hours a day and you've got a good book to read, and you can go outside to the beach and dig for clams, you're okay.

The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

Do you cherish your humble and silky life?

I took one look and fell, hook and tumble.