The mind of the writer does indeed do something before it dies, and so does its owner, but I would be hard put to call it living.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.

At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening.

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.

As a life's work, I would remember everything - everything, against loss. I would go through life like a plankton net.

Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.

According to Inuit culture in Greenland, a person possesses six or seven souls. The souls take the form of tiny people scattered throughout the body.

The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.

I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.

The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.

The business of imagined pleasure is associated with pain.

No one waits to trap him in a lie. He is told what lies he is getting ready to tell.

I was born with a happy heart, and I try to keep a good attitude. It's not true that I'm happy all the time because nobody is, and we all go through our things.

It is very creditable when a woman gets into politics. She does this at the expense of responsibilities toward her home and family and should be lauded for this.

Believing is such a comfort that it's hard to give up a belief just because it isn't true.

The more the merrier.

The greatest of people that have ever been in society, they were never versions of someone else. They were themselves.

Fencing made me feel for the first time like a winner.

I could be a dray man delivering the beer, maybe. If they could wangle some cockney in, that would be great.