If she could give love to IT perhaps it would shrivel up and die, for she was sure that IT could not withstand love.

you and I have good enough minds to know how very limited and finite they really are. The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

If you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you. Where you just put down what you think about life, what you think about things, what you think is fair and what you think is unfair.

When I have something to say that I think will be too difficult for adults, I write it in a book for children. Children are excited by new ideas; they have not yet closed the doors and windows of their imaginations. Provided the story is good... nothing is too difficult for children.

... nothing loved is ever lost or perished.

Easter is always the answer to "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me!"

One cannot be humble and aware of oneself at the same time.