The shape of my life is, of course, determined by many things; my background and childhood, my mind and its education, my conscience and its pressures, my heart and its desires.

The nicest gifts are those left, nameless and quiet, unburdened with love, or vanity, or the desire for attention.

It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.

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

Perhaps this is the most important thing for me to take back from beach-living: simply the memory that each cycle of the tide is valid; each cycle of the wave is valid; each cycle of a relationship is valid.

You can’t just write and write and put things in a drawer. They wither without the warm sun of someone else’s appreciation.

Woman can best refind herself by losing herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.