Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.
There are days in retirement that are the waking equivalent of a dreamless sleep, if you know what I mean.
We realize we can't have everything, and so begins the mad dash to have everything else.
If you can wear the hard times of your life as furrows on your brow, you can wear the good times as a twinkle in your eye.
The trouble with having a body is that people know it's where you hang out and you don't get any privacy.
I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day.
I've been looking over the list of spring chores I made up last fall, and darned if they aren't fall chores, after all.
Man is the only animal who enjoys the consolation of believing in a next life; all other animals enjoy the consolation of not worrying about it.
Today's Multiple Choice Thought There is no place where a loving touch so completely compensates for an unskilled hand as in: a. the bedroom b. the nursery c. the garden
Are you an artist? Look about you. Is there a physical tool whose use you have mastered, a part of your body that responds utterly to your control? Is your motive esthetic? If so, you are an artist. If not, you are probably a writer.
We are each of us born into the arms of mortality, the Lord recognizing our need to be held.
As a gardener, I'm among those who believe that much of the evidence of God's existence has been planted.
It is seeing ourselves in others that often prompts the remark, 'There's something about that person I don't trust.
A mom reads you like a book, and wherever she goes, people read you like a glowing book review.
Some say that true love is a mirage; seek it anyway, for all else is surely desert.
We gain no easier advantage than by relentlessly pursuing our goal while others pursue an advantage.
What you discover in a democracy is that it is difficult to build a house when each nail has an opinion.
My quest for cosmic understanding is a book I have picked up and put down many times, always forgetting to insert a bookmark.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, said Browning, and so it has - extended by the length of an artist's brush.
Stored away in some brain cell is the image of a long-departed aunt you haven't thought of in 30 years. Stored away in another cell is the image of a pink pony stitched on your first set of baby pajamas. All it takes to get that aunt mounted on the back of that pony is to eat a hunk of meatloaf immediately before going to bed.
Do not mistake probability for truth, for it is a notorious liar.
There is no such thing as a list of reasons. There is either one sufficient reason or a list of excuses.
If a language is corruptible, then a constitution written in that language is corruptible.
Every great painting is left incomplete at the point where its completion is obvious.
It is a perversely human perception that animals in their native habitat are running wild.
