I believe that true identity is found . . . in creative activity springing from within. It is found, paradoxically, when one loses oneself. Woman can best refind herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

Flowers always have it - poise, completion, fulfillment, perfection . . .

Fame separates you from life.

The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere.

For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms. Only in space are events and objects and people unique and significant-and therefore beautiful. A tree has significance if one sees it against the empty face of sky. A note in music gains significance from the silences on either side. A candle flowers in the space of night. Even small and casual things take on significance if they are washed in space, like a few autumn grasses in one corner of an Oriental painting, the rest of the page bare.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

Beauty cannot disguise nor music melt A pain undiagnosable but felt.