I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.

In the sheltered simplicity of the first days after a baby is born, one sees again the magical closed circle, the miraculous sense of two people existing only for each other.

If one talks to more than four people, it is an audience; and one cannot really think or exchange thoughts with an audience.

The ball of rumor and criticism, once it starts rolling, is difficult to stop.

How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.

I believe that true identity is found . . . in creative activity springing from within. It is found, paradoxically, when one loses oneself. Woman can best refind herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

... the most ordinary everyday living is as delicate, as breath-taking, as difficult, takes as terrific physical and mental control and effort, as walking a tightrope.