I can conceive of 'falling in love' over and over again. But 'marriage,' this richness of life itself, I cannot conceive of having again - or with anyone else. In this sense 'marriage' seems to me indissoluble.

Certain springs are tapped only when you're alone.

I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.

Flying was a very tangible freedom. In those days, it was beauty, adventure, discovery - the epitome of breaking into new worlds.

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

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

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