there is no sin punished more implacably by nature than the sin of resistance to change.

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

I am most anxious to give my own children enough love and understanding so that they won't grow up with an aching void in them--like you and I and Harold and Martha. That can never be filled, and one goes around all one's life trying, trying to make up for what one didn't get that was one's birthright, asking the wrong people for it.

Prison life taught him how little one can get along with, and what extraordinary spiritual freedom and peace such simplification can bring. I remember again, ironically, that today more of us in the world have the luxury of choice between simplicity and complication of life. And for the most part, we, who could choose simplicity, choose complication. War, prison, survival periods, enforce a form of simplicity on us. The monk and the nun choose it of their own free will. But if one accidentally finds it, as I have for a few days, one finds also the serenity it brings.

Why is it that you can sometimes feel the reality of people more keenly through a letter than face to face?

Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.

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