True power is given to the vulnerable.

For me a true poem is on the way when I begin to be haunted, when it seems as if I were being asked an inescapable question by an angel with whom I must wrestle to get at the answer.

Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.

in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.

You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.

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.

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.