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.

all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams.

gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary.

“How does one grow up?” I asked a friend the other day. There was a slight pause; then she answered, “By thinking.”

I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.

I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials.

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.