We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim.

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

One learns to accept the fact that no permanent return is possible to an old form of relationship; and, more deeply still, that there is no holding of a relationship to a single form. This is not tragedy but part of the ever-recurrent miracle of life and growth.

There comes a moment when the things one has written, even a traveler's memories, stand up and demand a justification. They require an explanation. They query, 'Who am I? What is my name? Why am I here?

No new sect ever had humor; no disciples either, even the disciples of Christ.

Beauty cannot disguise nor music melt A pain undiagnosable but felt.

I believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.