It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.

We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

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.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.

We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

Now I become myself. It’s taken time, many years and places.

Color is the melody of light.

There is even rhythm in being empty.

Each and every soul will become consciously aware of the ability to communicate with the divine.

A charming fellow, and so clever: he models himself on me.

Mannerism always wants to be finished and doesn't enjoy the process. Genuine, truly great talent, however, finds its greatest satisfaction in the production.

Things we wish to be true are apt to gain too ready credit with us.

I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia

If I'm uncomfortable, you'd never know.

We know specific genes are turned on in specific cells, but we don't know to what extent this happens.

Then with the losers let it sympathize, For nothing can seem foul to those that win.