Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed

My musical genius reached its apex thirty years ago when I played the triangle in Haydn's children's symphony, so I could not play unless you needed someone to make one sustained note!

For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as well as gain in growth. But why go on living if one has ceased to grow? And what more demanding atmosphere for growth than love in any form, than any relationship which can call out and requires of us our most secret and deepest selves?

People are always talking about the joys of youth-but, oh, how youth can suffer!

There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much.

True power is given to the vulnerable.

“How does one grow up?” I asked a friend the other day. There was a slight pause; then she answered, “By thinking.”