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

Ideally, both members of a couple in love free each other to new and different worlds.

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

Love is a force.... It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product; it produces.

One can get just as much exultation in losing oneself in a little thing as in a big thing. It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy.

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.

I want first of all - in fact, as an end to these other desires - to be at peace with myself. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can. I want, in fact - to borrow from the language of the saints - to live 'in grace' as much of the time as possible. I am not using this term in a strictly theological sense. By grace I mean an inner harmony, essentially spiritual, which can be translated into outward harmony.