Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer.

Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.

I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.

I can conceive of 'falling in love' over and over again. But 'marriage,' this richness of life itself, I cannot conceive of having again - or with anyone else. In this sense 'marriage' seems to me indissoluble.

Duration is not a test of truth or falsehood.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

Communication with another person -- wasn't it the realest thing in life?