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

People talk about love as though it were something you could give, like an armful of flowers. And a lot of people give love like that -- just dump it down on top of you, a useless strong-scented burden.

How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.

Can you write a book and have children at the same time? Yes, if you're content to do it very very slowly.

When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.

The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. Godlike he blandly assumes that he can express everything in words; whereas the things one loves, lives, and dies for are not, in the last analysis completely expressible in words.

My father taught me that a bill is like a crying baby and has to be attended to at once.