Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work.

A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.

Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.

I think best with a pencil in my hand.

It's funny how you can be mad at someone one moment and want to hug them the next.

No new sect ever had humor; no disciples either, even the disciples of Christ.

One must go through periods of numbness that are harder to bear than grief.