Splutter, splutter. Yes - we're off - we're rising. But why start off with an engine like that? But it smooths out now, like a long sigh, like a person breathing easily, freely. Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring - sustained note of power and joy. We turn from the lights of the city; we pivot on a dark wing; we roar over the earth. The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it!

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

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

# "I saw the most beautiful cat today. It was sitting by the side of the road, its two front feet neatly and graciously together. Then it gravely swished around its tail to completely encircle itself. It was so fit and beautifully neat, that gesture, and so self-satisfied, so complacent.

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

I believe that what woman resents is not so much giving herself in pieces as giving herself purposelessly.

My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.