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

One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence, the goldfinches darting about

A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.

Does one come to enjoy even the hardships that help make one the person one is? Or is it that the past becomes a legend to be remembered with laughter?

It is possible, I suppose, that we are returning to a Dark Age. What is frightening is that violence is not only represented by nations, but everywhere walks among us freely.

For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.

For after all we make our faces as we go along.