Changing husbands is only changing troubles.
Spring seems far off, impossible, but it is coming. Already there is dusk instead of darkness at five in the afternoon; already hope is stirring at the edges of the day.
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.
Disconnecting from change does not recapture the past. It loses the future.
There are men I could spend eternity with. But not this life.