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

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

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.

We want to be poets of our life first of all in the smallest most everyday matters.

We live in the world when we love it.

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