After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.

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

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

Love is a force. . . . It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product. It is a power, like money, or steam or electricity. It is valueless unless you can give something else by means of it.

Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.

God often used bitter experiences to make us better. Gold can be a helpful servant, but a cruel master.

The wave of the future is coming and there is no fighting it.