The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable loveliness.

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

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

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

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.

pacifists lead a lonely life. Not even gathering together can take the place of that vast, warm sun of approval that is shed on motherhood, on law-abiding, on killing, and on making money. Someday will we come into our own? Well, motherhood may move into the shade. Law-abiding is going through a trauma. But killing and making money are good for a long, long time.

in mad people fear goes on constantly, night and day, wearing one ditch in the mind that all thoughts must travel in.