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

I sometimes think that perhaps our minds are too weak to grasp joy or sorrow except in small things...In the big things joy and sorrow are just alike - overwhelming. At least, we only get them bit by bit, in tiny flashes - in waves - that our minds can't stand for very long. p 199

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

Woman can best refind herself by losing herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

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

America, which has the most glorious present still existing in the world today, hardly stops to enjoy it, in her insatiable appetite for the future.

Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work. The curtain of mechanization has come down between the mind and the hand.