It takes a long time for words to become thought.

People who cannot feel punish those who do.

Where music thundered let the mind be still, Where the will triumphed let there be no will, What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.

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.

When addressed, a Gentleman Cat does not move a muscle. He looks as if he hasn't heard.

I can understand people simply fleeing the mountainous effort Christmas has become... but there are always a few saving graces and finally they make up for all the bother and distress.

I suppose I have written novels to find out what I thought about something and poems to find out what I felt about something.