Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

It is the place of renewal and of safety, where for a little while there will be no harm or attack and, while every sense is nourished, the soul rests.

have the courage to write whatever your dream is for yourself.

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

I can understand people simply fleeing the mountainous effort Christmas has become... but there are always a few saving graces and finally they make up for all the bother and distress.

A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.