For it is not merely the trivial which clutters our lives but the important as well

I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can.

Geniuses were like storms or cyclones, pulling everything into their path, sticks and stones and dust.

Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work. The curtain of mechanization has come down between the mind and the hand.

Only when one is connected to one's own core is one connected to others, I am beginning to discover. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be refound through solitude.

I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.

Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.