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

What a commentary on our civilization, when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it—like a secret vice!

It is a difficult lesson to learn today-to leave one's friends and family and deliberately practice the art of solitude for an hour or a day or a week. And yet, once it is done, I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.

Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.

Packing is chiefly planning -- if it is

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 believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.