Friendship is an art, and very few persons are born with a natural gift for it.

I am learning to see loneliness as a seed that, when planted deep enough, can grow into writing that goes back out into the world.

Laundry, liturgy and women's work all serve to ground us in the world, and they need not grind us down. Our daily tasks, whether we perceive them as drudgery or essential, life-supporting work, do not define who we are as women or as human beings.

If we are lucky, we can give in and rest without feeling guilty. We can stop doing and concentrate on being.

There seems to be so much more winter than we need this year.

Not money, or success, or position or travel or love makes happiness,--service is the secret.

When you come to a place where you have to left or right, go straight ahead.