Now I become myself. It’s taken time, many years and places.

Gardening is the instrument of grace.

It is a waste of time to see people who have only a social surface to show. I will make every effort to find out the real person, but if I can't, then I am upset and cross. Time wasted is poison.

Love cannot exorcise the gifts of hate. / Hate cannot exorcize what has no weight, / But laughter we can never over-rate.

Do we always make our freedom out of someone else's bondage?

I asked myself the question, 'What do you want of your life?' and I realized with a start of recognition and terror, 'Exactly what I have - but to be commensurate, to handle it all better.

What we have not has made us what we are. / ... / What we are not drives us to consummation.