Purposeful giving is not as apt to deplete one's resources; it belongs to that natural order of giving that seems to renew itself even in the act of depletion.

Geniuses were like storms or cyclones, pulling everything into their path, sticks and stones and dust.

The nice thing about really intelligent people is that when you talk with them they make you feel intelligent too.

It is only in solitude that I ever find my own core.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

Marriage is tough, because it is woven of all these various elements, the weak and the strong. "In love-ness" is fragile for it is woven only with the gossamer threads of beauty. It seems to me absurd to talk about "happy" and "unhappy" marriages.

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.