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

... love is healing, even rootless love.

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

I can understand people simply fleeing the mountainous effort Christmas has become... but there are always a few saving graces and finally they make up for all the bother and distress.

I simply adore being alone - I find it a consuming thirst - and when that thirst is slaked, then I am happy.

It takes a long time for words to become thought.

Once more I realize that solitude is my element, and the reason is that extreme awareness of other people (all naturally solitary people must feel this) precludes awareness of one's self, so after a while the self no longer knows that it exists.