the final lesson of learning to be independent - widowhood ... is the hardest lesson of all.

Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.

Go for a short walk in a soft rain - lovely - so many wild flowers startling me through the woods and a lawn sprinkled with dandelions, like a night with stars. And through it all the sound of soft rain like the sound of innumerable earthworms stirring in the ground.

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.

People don't want to be understood - I mean not completely. It's too destructive. Then they haven't anything left. They don't want complete sympathy or complete understanding. They want to be treated carelessly and taken for granted lots of times.

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