It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy!

Perhaps middle-age is, or should be, a period of shedding shells; the shell of ambition, the shell of material accumulations and possessions, the shell of the ego.

The shape of my life is, of course, determined by many things; my background and childhood, my mind and its education, my conscience and its pressures, my heart and its desires.

To mention a loved object, a person, or a place to someone else is to invest that object with reality.

The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere.

Woman must come of age by herself... She must find her true center alone.

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.