So many things we love are you!

The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.

life itself is always pulling you away from the understanding of life.

...the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom. The only real security is... living in the present and accepting it as it is now.

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

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

The here, the now, and the individual, have always been the special concern of the saint, the artist, the poet, and - from time immemorial - the woman. In the small circle of the home she has never quite forgotten the particular uniqueness of each member of the family; the spontaneity of now; the vividness of here. This is the basic substance of life. These are the individual elements that form the bigger entities like mass, future, world. We may neglect these elements, but we cannot dispense with them. They are the drops that make up the stream. They are the essence of life itself.