When there is great love there are always miracles.

Where there is great love, there are always wishes.

Where there is great love, there are always miracles.

Old men are like that, you know. It makes them feel important to think they're in love with somebody.

Miracles... seem to me to rest not so much upon... healing power coming suddenly near us from afar but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that, for a moment, our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there around us always.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. I feel as if this tree knows everything I ever think of when I sit here. When I come back to it, I never have to remind it of anything; I begin just where I left off.