Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.

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

I must try to be alone for part of each year...and part of each day...in order to keep my core, my center...Women must be still as the axis of a wheel in the midst of her activities. She must be the pioneer of achieving this stillness, not only for her own salvation, but for the salvation of family life, of society, perhaps even of our civilization.

What a crippling art writing is, no body to it, no craft, really. It's all in the mind and you never see it or feel it -- only sometimes hear it. It uses only such a small part of man. I wish I were a sculptor.

It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.

Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.