I tell the gods are still alive / And they are not consoling.
when I am working I immediately feel hopeful.
It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength.
Gardening is the instrument of grace.
[In old age] there is a childlike innocence, often, that has nothing to do with the childishness of senility. The moments become precious . . .
Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.