What is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering?

I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.

Without anxiety life would have very little savor.

The body is a universe in itself and must be held as sacred as anything in creation....It is dangerous to forget the body as sacramental.

One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence, the goldfinches darting about

in the very long run any success devours - and perhaps also corrupts.

I tell the gods are still alive / And they are not consoling.