Who is not afraid of pure space - that breathtaking empty space of an open door?

I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.

I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting out, those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us, still holding the last light.

Frenchwomen just never look ungroomed, do they?

Only with winter-patience can we bring the deep-desired, long-awaited Spring.

Love is a force. . . . It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product. It is a power, like money, or steam or electricity. It is valueless unless you can give something else by means of it.

One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.