We are always bargaining with our feelings so that we can live from day to day.

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

And one perfect day can give clues for a more perfect life.

One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.

I do not like talking casually to people - it does not interest me - and most of them are unwilling to talk at all seriously.

Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem or saying a prayer.

Eternally, woman spills herself away in driblets to the thirsty, seldom being allowed the time, the quiet, the peace, to let the pitcher fill up to the brim.