For the most part, we, who could choose simplicity, choose complication.

Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.

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

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

The here, the now, and the individual, have always been the special concern of the saint, the artist, the poet, and - from time immemorial - the woman. In the small circle of the home she has never quite forgotten the particular uniqueness of each member of the family; the spontaneity of now; the vividness of here. This is the basic substance of life. These are the individual elements that form the bigger entities like mass, future, world. We may neglect these elements, but we cannot dispense with them. They are the drops that make up the stream. They are the essence of life itself.

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

Woman must be the pioneer in this turning inward for strength. In a sense, she has always been the pioneer.