From an aunt, long ago: "Death has come for me many times but finds me always in my lovely garden and leaves me there, I think, as an excuse to return.

What to do with your one life? The same thing you would do if you had two lives, and this were the second.

You never get people's fuller attention than when you're listening to them.

If we would listen to our kids, we'd discover that they are largely self-explanatory.

Dare to be imperfect and one day there will tug at your sleeve a soulmate.

Inner beauty, too, needs occasionally to be told it is beautiful.

What we find in a soulmate is not something wild to tame but something wild to run with.