It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once a week.

Life songs of ages, throbbing in my blood, have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.

We live in the world when we love it.

Only parts of us will ever touch only parts of others.

How wonderful life is while you're in the world.