war is a thug's game. The thug strikes first and harder. He doesn't go by rules and he isn't afraid of hurting people.

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.

When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased.

Certain environments, certain modes of life, and certain rules of conduct are more conducive to inner and outer harmony than others. There are, in fact, certain roads that one may follow. Simplification is one of them.

Cut asparagus at night - in desperation. When one is very tired one always does one more thing.

Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.

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.