I sometimes think that perhaps our minds are too weak to grasp joy or sorrow except in small things...In the big things joy and sorrow are just alike - overwhelming. At least, we only get them bit by bit, in tiny flashes - in waves - that our minds can't stand for very long. p 199

One must lose one's life to find it.

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

For it is not merely the trivial which clutters our lives but the important as well

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

Perhaps both men and women in America may hunger, in our material, outward, active, masculine culture, for the supposedly feminine qualities of heart, mind and spirit — qualities which are actually neither masculine nor feminine, but simply human qualities that have been neglected.

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.