... love and fear increase together with a precision almost mathematical: the greater the love is then the greater the fear is..

in mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in..

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude..

Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind!.

The dead elm leaves hung like folded bats..

To have children is a double living, the earthly fountain of youth, a continual fresh delight, a volcano as well as a fountain, and also a source of ….

things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat..

The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it..

What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?.

Everything drops away, comes to be unimportant in the dark. It's like sleep almost. A freedom from self, from ugliness..

New gods arise when they are needed..

I am sick of war. Every woman of my generation is sick of war. Fifty years of war. Wars rumored, wars beginning, wars fought, wars ending, wars paid ….

We are dying of preconceptions, outworn rules, decaying flags, venomous religions, and sentimentalities. We need a new world. We've wrenched up all t….

Old people who live too long come to resemble turtles. As though time turned in a curve, and down they go to the reptiles again. Not the little wet n….

I cannot believe this is the end. Nor can I believe that death is more than the blindness of those living. And if this is only the consolation of a h….

The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable loveliness..

The things we felt most are hardest to put into words. Hate is always easier to speak of than love. How shall I make love go through the sieve of wor….

There is 'a time to be born' - and born again, free of accumulated, encrusted sores of fears and prejudices, old hates, of cancerous wounds, old prid….

You can't be a little bit saintly any more than you can be a little bit pregnant..

pacifists lead a lonely life. Not even gathering together can take the place of that vast, warm sun of approval that is shed on motherhood, on law-ab….

Freedom is no guarantee of anything. It is only defined today by what it is not. What it is takes forms strange and of infinite variety - bizarre as ….