Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.

Perhaps both men and women in America may hunger, in our material, outward, active, masculine culture, for the supposedly feminine qualities of heart, mind and spirit — qualities which are actually neither masculine nor feminine, but simply human qualities that have been neglected.

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life.

Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves; that firm strand which will be the indispensable center of a whole web of human relationships.

After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

people talk about 'sex' as though it hopped about by itself, like a frog!