Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.

The present is passed over in the race for the future; the here is neglected in favor of the there. Enjoy the moment, even if it means merely a walk in the country.

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

Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.

If one talks to more than four people, it is an audience; and one cannot really think or exchange thoughts with an audience.

I must try to be alone for part of each year...and part of each day...in order to keep my core, my center...Women must be still as the axis of a wheel in the midst of her activities. She must be the pioneer of achieving this stillness, not only for her own salvation, but for the salvation of family life, of society, perhaps even of our civilization.

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