We insist on permanency, on continuity, when the only continuity possible is in growth, in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass but partners in the same pattern. The only real security in a relationship lies neither in looking back in nostalgia, nor forward with dread or anticipation, but living in the present and accepting the relationship as it is now.

Packing is chiefly planning -- if it is

The beach is not the place to work; to read, write or think.

I believe that true identity is found . . . in creative activity springing from within. It is found, paradoxically, when one loses oneself. Woman can best refind herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

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

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?