I find the weight of air/Almost too great to bear.

If one talks to more than four people, it is an audience; and one cannot really think or exchange thoughts with an audience.

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

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

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

Perhaps middle-age is, or should be, a period of shedding shells; the shell of ambition, the shell of material accumulations and possessions, the shell of the ego.

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