Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It is too busy trying to survive. It is all closed in, to a kind of still, intense waiting. Is this a key? Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

Though friendship is not quick to burn it is explosive stuff.

Death does frame a person and somehow it is the good that stays.

A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.

In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.

One of the springs of poetry is joy.

Lunches are just not good. They take the heart out of the day and the spaciousness from the morning's work.