The best marriages, like the best lives, were both happy and unhappy. There was even a kind of necessary tension, a certain tautness between the partners that gave the marriage strength, like the tautness of a full sail. You went forward on 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.

My father taught me that a bill is like a crying baby and has to be attended to at once.

There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.

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

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

Packing is chiefly planning -- if it is