We can love completely what we cannot completely understand.

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.

We sat on the bank and the river went by. As always, it was making sounds to itself, and now it made sounds to us. It would be hard to find three men sitting side by side who knew better what a river was saying.

When exhausted and feeling sorry for yourself, at least change your socks.

Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.

He told us about Christ's disciples being fisherman, and we were left to assume...that all great fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fisherman and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.

A mystery of the universe is how it has managed to survive with so much volunteer help.