Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to ‘jump at the sun.’ We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.
I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.
Those that don’t got it, can’t show it. Those that got it, can’t hide it.
Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.
A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.