And I refuse to feel guilty about not letter-writing either. There are times when one can, times when one can't. In the times when an enormous amount of living is going on, one can't.

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

We cannot afford not to fight for growth and understanding, even when it is painful, as it is bound to be.

Most people have to talk so they won't hear.

I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person's face.

I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials.

Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be.