Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.

If it is a woman's function to give, she must be replenished, too.

... writing letters is thinking, just as talking to you is thinking.

But I want first of all- in fact, as an end to these other desires- to be at peace with myself.

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

I am beginning to respect the apathetic days. Perhaps they're a necessary pause: better to give in to them than to fight them at your desk hopelessly; then you lose both the day and your self-respect. Treat them as physical phenomena -- casually -- and obey them.

The beach is not the place to work; to read, write or think.