For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

Only in growth, reform, and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

You can’t just write and write and put things in a drawer. They wither without the warm sun of someone else’s appreciation.

I think one must do the thing -- whatever it is (and it changes from time to time) -- that unites you to the flowing stream of the world. At any price, one must do it first. Otherwise one can do nothing, nothing at all. One is out of touch, out of grace.

The fundamental magic of flying, a miracle that has nothing to do with any of its practical purposes - purposes of speed, accessibility, and convenience - and will not change as they change.

Woman must be the pioneer in this turning inward for strength. In a sense, she has always been the pioneer.

One learns to accept the fact that no permanent return is possible to an old form of relationship; and, more deeply still, that there is no holding of a relationship to a single form. This is not tragedy but part of the ever-recurrent miracle of life and growth.