A note of music gains significance from the silence on either side.

Go for a short walk in a soft rain - lovely - so many wild flowers startling me through the woods and a lawn sprinkled with dandelions, like a night with stars. And through it all the sound of soft rain like the sound of innumerable earthworms stirring in the ground.

Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.

It is not restful, it is not possible to talk wholeheartedly to more than one person at a time. You can't really talk with a person unless you surrender to them, for the moment (all other talk is futile). You can't surrender to more than one person a moment.

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

When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.

I want to be pure in heart -- but I like to wear my purple dress.