We must relearn to be alone.

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

the final lesson of learning to be independent - widowhood ... is the hardest lesson of all.

One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.

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

How inexplicable it seems. Anything else will be accepted as a better excuse. If one sets aside time for a business appointment, a trip to the hairdresser, a social engagement or a shopping expedition, that time is accepted as inviolable. But if one says: I cannot come because that is my hour to be alone, one is considered rude, egotistical or strange.

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.