I think one thing is that prayer has become more useful, interesting, fruitful, and... almost involuntary in my life.

You may not agree, you may not care, but if you are holding this book you should know that of all the sights I love in this world — and there are plenty — very near the top of the list is this one: dogs without leashes.

When it's over I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

Look, hasn't my body already felt like the body of a flower?

Why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world?

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.

The poem in which the reader does not feel himself or herself a participant is a lecture, listened to from an uncomfortable chair, in a stuffy room, inside a building.