Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius. Think of the capacity to learn! The freshness, the temperament, the will of a baby a few months old!

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.

Time spent with poets is never wasted.

We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

One does not "find oneself" by pursuing one's self, but on the contrary by pursuing something else and learning through discipline or routine. . . who one is and wants to be.

I believe that children long for form just as grownups do, and that it releases rather than cramps creative energy.

Fighting dragons is my holy joy.