Not knowing how to feed the spirit, we try to muffle its demands in distraction...What matters is that one be for a time inwardly attentive.

For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms.

The web of marriage is made by propinquity, in the day to day living side by side, looking outward in the same direction. It is woven in space and in time of the substance of life itself.

Frenchwomen just never look ungroomed, do they?

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

I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.

In the sheltered simplicity of the first days after a baby is born, one sees again the magical closed circle, the miraculous sense of two people existing only for each other.