I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.

We Americans, with our terrific emphasis on youth, action, and material success, certainly tend to belittle the afternoon of life and even to pretend it never comes. We push the clock back and try to prolong the morning, over-reaching and over-straining ourselves in the unnatural effort. ... In our breathless attempts we often miss the flowering that waits for afternoon.

I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.

...the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom. The only real security is... living in the present and accepting it as it is now.

It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.

Who is not afraid of pure space - that breathtaking empty space of an open door?

For the most part, we, who could choose simplicity, choose complication.