The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.

Cut asparagus at night - in desperation. When one is very tired one always does one more thing.

But I want first of all- in fact, as an end to these other desires- to be at peace with myself.

To be deeply in love is, of course, a great liberating force.

The web of marriage is made by propinquity, in the day to day living side by side, looking outward in the same direction. It is woven in space and in time of the substance of life itself.

You can’t just write and write and put things in a drawer. They wither without the warm sun of someone else’s appreciation.

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