I could tell you stories-if only stories could tell what I have in me to tell.

It's always a thrilling risk to say exactly what you mean, to express exactly what you see.

Pondering was the highest vocation... Pondering was a special kind of thinking. It was not done in the mind, that chilly place, but in the heart, where the real mystery of intelligence - intuition - rather than thought lay catlike and feminine, ready to pounce.

Memory is, first, a captivating mystery.

We only store in memory images of value. To write about one's life is to live it twice, and the second time is both spiritual and historical.

landscape, that vast still life, invites description, not narration. It is lyric. It has no story: it is the beloved, and asks only to be contemplated.

poetry is the sung voice of accurate perception.