These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her. . . . She had not lost it. She was touching it with her fingertips. This was flying: to go swiftly over the earth you loved, touching it lightly with your fingertips, holding the railroads lines in your hand to guide you, like a skein of wool in a spider-web game - like following Ariadne's thread through the Minotaur's maze, Where would it lead, where?

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.

I find the weight of air/Almost too great to bear.

When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.

The present is passed over in the race for the future; the here is neglected in favor of the there. Enjoy the moment, even if it means merely a walk in the country.

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