And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful- how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar.

You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.

But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone. When I'm alone I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.

The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.

I know many lives worth living.

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