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.

The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.

The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.

For it is not merely the trivial which clutters our lives but the important as well

When you love someone you do not love them, all the time, in the exact same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships.

Go with the pain, let it take you. Open your palms and your body to the pain. It comes in waves like the tide and you must be open as a vessel lying on the beach, letting it fill you up and then, retreating, leaving you empty and clear.

My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.