Excellence costs a great deal.

Public education was not founded to give society what it wants. Quite the opposite.

In the garden the door is always open into the "holy" - growth, birth, death. Every flower holds the whole mystery in its short cycle, and in the garden we are never far away from death, the fertilizing, good, creative death.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.

And I refuse to feel guilty about not letter-writing either. There are times when one can, times when one can't. In the times when an enormous amount of living is going on, one can't.

About loving, I have little to learn from the young.

So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.