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

A mind that is lively and inquiring, compassionate, curious, angry, full of music, full of feeling, is a mind full of possible poetry.

I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.

I have a little dog who likes to nap with me. He climbs on my body and puts his face in my neck. He is sweeter than soap. He is more wonderful than a diamond necklace, which can't even bark.

We can know a lot. And still, no doubt, there are rash and wonderful ideas brewing somewhere; there are many surprises yet to come.

We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it.

Each body is a lion of courage, something precious of the earth.