He [the cat] wound himself around her legs, purring the purr of ardent desire like a kettle coming to a boil and then bubbling very fast.

Gardening is an instrument of grace.

Being very rich as far as I am concerned is having a margin. The margin is being able to give.

I can tell you that solitude Is not all exaltation, inner space Where the soul breathes and work can be done. Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts. The past, never at rest, flows through it.

Inside my mother's death / I lay and could not breathe.

Growing old is, of all things we experience, that which takes the most courage, and at a time when we have the least resources, especially with which to meet frustration.

So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.