Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.

It is always hard to hear the buried truth from another person.

Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person's face.

It is only when we can believe that we are creating the soul that life has any meaning, but when we can believe it - and I do and always have - then there is nothing we do that is without meaning and nothing that we suffer that does not hold the seed of creation in it.

A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.