I GO DOWN TO THE SHORE I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do.

I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.

I took one look and fell, hook and tumble.

So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.

To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.

I went to India and was quite taken with it. There's a feeling there that things are holy first and useful second. And in America, we have it backwards.

It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.