Why is it that you can sometimes feel the reality of people more keenly through a letter than face to face?

To mention a loved object, a person, or a place to someone else is to invest that object with reality.

The artist knows he must be alone to create; the writer, to work out his thoughts; the musician, to compose; the saint, to pray. But women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.

Purposeful giving is not as apt to deplete one's resources; it belongs to that natural order of giving that seems to renew itself even in the act of depletion.

Love is a force.... It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product; it produces.

Nothing feeds the center of being so much as creative work.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.