A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.

there is no aristocracy of grief. Grief is a great leveler.

It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy!

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

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

Flowers always have it - poise, completion, fulfillment, perfection . . .

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