Excellence costs a great deal.
How unnatural the imposed view, imposed by a puritanical ethos, that passionate love belongs only to the young, that people are dead from the neck down by the time they are forty, and that any deep feeling, any passion after that age, is either ludicrous or revolting!
a poet never feels useful.
I am not ready to die, / But I am learning to trust death / As I have trusted life.
Gardening is an instrument of grace.
Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience.