I have so little mastered the art of tranquil living that wherever I go I trail storm clouds of drama around me.
Mary AntinA long past vividly remembered is like a heavy garment that clings to your limbs when you would run.
Mary AntinIt is only that my illusion is more real to me than reality. And so do we often build our world on an error, and cry out that the universe is falling to pieces, if any one but lift a finger to replace the error by truth.
Mary AntinWe are not born all at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later; and the birth and growth of the spirit, in those who are attentive to their own inner life, are slow and exceedingly painful. Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth.
Mary Antin