when I am working I immediately feel hopeful.

Gardening gives one back a sense of proportion about everything - except itself.

A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.

Time spent with poets is never wasted.

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

Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through it, attentive to what it exposes or demands.

I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep.... 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.