I remember mother saying : Inventors are like poets, a trashy lot

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.

The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.

However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.

As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.

Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.

The journey is my home.

If we look long enough and hard enough ... we will begin to see the connections that bind us together, and when we recognize those connections, we will begin to change the world.

The sources of poetry are in the spirit seeking completeness.

If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.

Reality is the completion of experience.

Unsuccessful people are seduced by celebrity, name and fame.

Good nature is worth more than knowledge, more than money, more than honor, to the persons who possess it.

On the beach, you can live in bliss.

I have an idea heaven will be both absolutely happy and absolutely dark, to protect us from the blaze of God.

Whene'er I take my walks abroad,How many poor I see!What shall I render to my GodFor all his gifts to me?

I had a lot of resistance, and not just to fame. I was always conscious of not changing.

I know from an early age that I'm very comfortable in front of people. When I was a young girl, I'd love giving book reports.

The stupidity of a stupid man is mercifully intimate and reticient, while the stupidity of an intellectual is cried from the rooftops.

I read my web blogs, my tech blogs, it's highly educational, folks.

Among us, what is not allowed to women is equally not allowed to men.