We Americans, with our terrific emphasis on youth, action, and material success, certainly tend to belittle the afternoon of life and even to pretend it never comes. We push the clock back and try to prolong the morning, over-reaching and over-straining ourselves in the unnatural effort. ... In our breathless attempts we often miss the flowering that waits for afternoon.

We are always bargaining with our feelings so that we can live from day to day.

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

To be deeply in love is, of course, a great liberating force.

Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

The fundamental magic of flying, a miracle that has nothing to do with any of its practical purposes - purposes of speed, accessibility, and convenience - and will not change as they change.