It is a waste of time to see people who have only a social surface to show. I will make every effort to find out the real person, but if I can't, then I am upset and cross. Time wasted is poison.

Whatever peace I know rests in the natural world, in feeling myself a part of it, even in a small way.

It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.

True gardeners cannot bear a glove Between the sure touch and the tender root.

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

What can I have that I still want?

In the country of pain we are each alone.