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.

These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her.

Woman must come of age by herself... She must find her true center alone.

Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?

Love is a force. . . . It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product. It is a power, like money, or steam or electricity. It is valueless unless you can give something else by means of it.

I do not like talking casually to people - it does not interest me - and most of them are unwilling to talk at all seriously.

Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.