Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make life so, right in the middle of it we die, lose a leg, fall in love, drop a jar of applesauce. In summer, we work hard to make a tidy garden, bordered by pansies with rows or clumps of columbine, petunias, bleeding hearts. Then we find ourselves longing for the forest, where everything has the appearance of disorder; yet we feel peaceful there.

Don't let yourself be thrown away....Continue on no matter what....Continue to make a positive effort for the good.

Anything we fully do is an alone journey.

Stress is an ignorant state. It believes that everything is an emergency.

Clarity and perseverance are difficult in American society because the basis of capitalism is greed and dissatisfaction.

Sometimes when you think you are done, it is just the edge of beginning. Probably that's why we decide we're done. It's getting too scary. We are touching down onto something real. It is beyond the point when you think you are done that often something strong comes out.

After you have finished a piece of work, the work is then none of your business. Go on and do something else.