The bearing, rearing, feeding and educating of children; the running of a house with its thousand details; human relationships with their myriad pull….

Woman's normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life..

God may want you to be the answer to your own prayer..

It is the striving after perfection that makes one an artist. It is the sense that one is imperfect, unfulfilled, unfinished. One attempts by a super….

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea..

Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy..

Why is life speeded up so? Why are things so terribly, unbearably precious that you can't enjoy them but can only wait breathless in dread of their g….

...the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom. The only real security is... living in the present and a….

One must lose one's life to find it..

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair..

It is only in solitude that I ever find my own core..

Certain environments, certain modes of life, and certain rules of conduct are more conducive to inner and outer harmony than others. There are, in fa….

Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after..

there is no aristocracy of grief. Grief is a great leveler..

It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy!.

It is only framed in space that beauty blooms; only in space are events, and objects and people unique and significant and therefore beautiful..

One can get just as much exultation in losing oneself in a little thing as in a big thing. It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a da….

Woman must be the pioneer in this turning inward for strength. In a sense, she has always been the pioneer..

In general, I feel, or I have come to feel, that the richest writing comes not from the people who dedicate themselves to writing alone. I know this ….

Why do progress and beauty have to be so opposed?.

Cut asparagus at night - in desperation. When one is very tired one always does one more thing..