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

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

Failures aren't failures if you learn something from them.

Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.

We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim.

Woman's normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life.

People talk about love as though it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers. And a lot of people give love like that -- just dump it down on top of you, a useless strong-scented burden.