Because of the dog's joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?

I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention.

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.

The sea isn't a place but a fact, and a mystery.

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.

And over one more set of hills, along the sea, the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness and are giving it back to the world. If I had another life I would want to spend it all on some unstinting happiness.

There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?