A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them ... A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing. . .

We do not love anything more deeply than we love a story.

You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without doubt,I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.

Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

A poet's interest in craft never fades, of course.

Always there is something worth saying about glory, about gratitude.

Things take the time they take. don't worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?