Failures aren't failures if you learn something from them.

Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work.

I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.

It's funny how you can be mad at someone one moment and want to hug them the next.

The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.

Why is it that you can sometimes feel the reality of people more keenly through a letter than face to face?

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