I think one must do the thing -- whatever it is (and it changes from time to time) -- that unites you to the flowing stream of the world. At any price, one must do it first. Otherwise one can do nothing, nothing at all. One is out of touch, out of grace.

How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it. It seems to imply rejection or unpopularity.

America, which has the most glorious present still existing in the world today, hardly stops to enjoy it, in her insatiable appetite for the future.

When you love someone you do not love them, all the time, in the exact same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships.

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

I think best with a pencil in my hand.

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