I believe that children long for form just as grownups do, and that it releases rather than cramps creative energy.

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?

There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength.

In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.

In poetry compromise is fatal. In action of any cooperative sort it is inevitable. The thing is to find the balance.