Woman can best refind herself by losing herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

Too many people, too many demands, too much to do; competent, busy, hurrying people - It just isn't living at all.

Yesterday I sat in a field of violets for a long time perfectly still, until I really sank into it - into the rhythm of the place, I mean - then when I got up to go home I couldn't walk quickly or evenly because I was still in time with the field.

It is terribly amusing how many different climates of feelings one can go through in one day.

For is it not possible that middle age can be looked upon as a period of second flowering, second growth, even a kind of second adolescence? It is true that society in general does not help one accept this interpretation of the second half of life.

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea.

One must go through periods of numbness that are harder to bear than grief.