For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live.

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.

What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.

For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as well as gain in growth. But why go on living if one has ceased to grow? And what more demanding atmosphere for growth than love in any form, than any relationship which can call out and requires of us our most secret and deepest selves?

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

I’m only able to write poetry, for the most part, when I have a Muse, a woman who focuses the world for me.

The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on pain is to miss the chance for growth.