Too many people, too many demands, too much to do; competent, busy, hurrying people - It just isn't living at all.

there is no aristocracy of grief. Grief is a great leveler.

No new sect ever had humor; no disciples either, even the disciples of Christ.

What a circus act we women perform every day of our lives. Look at us. We run a tightrope daily, balancing a pile of books on the head. Baby-carriage, parasol, kitchen chair, still under control. Steady now! This is not the life of simplicity but the life of multiplicity that the wise men warn us of.

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

Only when one is connected to one's own core is one connected to others, I am beginning to discover. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be refound through solitude.

# "I saw the most beautiful cat today. It was sitting by the side of the road, its two front feet neatly and graciously together. Then it gravely swished around its tail to completely encircle itself. It was so fit and beautifully neat, that gesture, and so self-satisfied, so complacent.