The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention. I don't say this without reckoning in the sorrow, the worry, the many diminishments. But surely it is then that a person's character shines or glooms.

Everybody has to have their little tooth of power. Everybody wants to be able to bite.

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

He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.

It's not a competition, it's a doorway.

A fact: one picks it up and reads it, and puts it down, and there is an end to it. But an idea! That one may pick up, and reflect upon, and oppose, and expand, and so pass a delightful afternoon altogether.

Attention is the beginning of devotion.