After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.

I talk to God but the sky is empty.

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.

Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person

The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.

To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.