I want the world to see my body.
A good recipe for a human reducing breakfast is a lot of good things to eat, and three spaniels and two cats to eat with.
Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone. It is good to listen, not to voices but to the wind blowing, to the brook running cool over polished stones, to bees drowsy with the weight of pollen. If we attend to the music of the earth, we reach serenity. And then, in some unexplained way, we share it with others.
Almost all words do have colour and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too.
I resolve to be more patient, less selfish, cherish my friends, and in my small way help whoever needs help. I cannot conceivably influence the world's destiny, but I can make my own life more worthwhile. I can give some help to some people; that is not vital to all the world's problems and yet, I think if everyone did just that, we might see quite a world in our time!
But housekeeping is fun. It is one job where you enjoy the results right along as you work. You may work all day washing and ironing, but at night you have the delicious feeling of sunny clean sheets and airy pillows to lie on. If you clean, you sit down at nightfall with the house shining and faintly smelling of wax, all yours to enjoy right then and there. And if you cook—that creation you lift from the oven goes right to the table.
We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.
My friends and I are crazy. That's the only thing that keeps us sane!
I was now prepared to accept any faith so long as it did not demand a direct denial of reason, which would have been a deceit.
Egyptians believe in the power of the sunrise. They believe each morning begins not just a new day, but a new world.
I am a strong believer in the tyranny, the dictatorship, the absolute authority of the writer.