Does One Come To Enjoy Even The

... If One Does Not Have Wild Dreams Of Achievement, There Is No Spur Even To Get The Dishes Washed. One Must Think Like A Hero To Behave Like A Merely Decent Human Being.

Women's Work Is Always Toward Wholeness.

About Loving, I Have Little To Learn From The Young.

In The Garden The Door Is Always Open Into The "holy" - Growth, Birth, Death. Every Flower Holds The Whole Mystery In Its Short Cycle, And In The Garden We Are Never Far Away From Death, The Fertilizing, Good, Creative Death.

For Art Is Order, But It Is Born Out Of The Chaos Of Life.