True Power Is Given To The Vulnerable.

Everything That Slows Us Down And Forces Patience, Everything That Sets Us Back Into The Slow Circles Of Nature, Is A Help. Gardening Is An Instrument Of Grace.

True Feeling Justifies Whatever It May Cost.

I Can Tell You That Solitude Is Not All Exaltation, Inner Space Where The Soul Breathes And Work Can Be Done. Solitude Exposes The Nerve, Raises Up Ghosts. The Past, Never At Rest, Flows Through It.

Death Does Frame A Person And Somehow It Is The Good That Stays.

Where Joy In An Old Pencil Is Not Absurd.