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.

There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much.

Is it perhaps the one necessity of love, that it be needed? And the one great human tragedy that it so rarely is?

Nobody stays special when they're old, Anna. That's what we have to learn.

You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.

We cannot afford not to fight for growth and understanding, even when it is painful, as it is bound to be.

One could go on revising a prose page forever whereas there is a point in a poem when one knows it is done forever.