What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?

Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind!

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.

... love and fear increase together with a precision almost mathematical: the greater the love is then the greater the fear is.

The woods seemed all answer and healing and more than enough to live for.

The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it.

I am sick of war. Every woman of my generation is sick of war. Fifty years of war. Wars rumored, wars beginning, wars fought, wars ending, wars paid for, wars endured.