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.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.

The nicest gifts are those left, nameless and quiet, unburdened with love, or vanity, or the desire for attention.

How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.

Communication with another person -- wasn't it the realest thing in life?

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

Flying was a very tangible freedom. In those days, it was beauty, adventure, discovery - the epitome of breaking into new worlds.