It is only framed in space that beauty blooms; only in space are events, and objects and people unique and significant and therefore beautiful.

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.

Can you write a book and have children at the same time? Yes, if you're content to do it very very slowly.

Why is life speeded up so? Why are things so terribly, unbearably precious that you can't enjoy them but can only wait breathless in dread of their going?

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

Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer.

Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.