A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.

In a total work, the failures have their not unimportant place.

Absence becomes the greatest Presence.

making order out of disorder any time, anywhere, can be regarded as a sacrament.

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

We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

If art is not to be life-enhancing, what is it to be? Half the world is feminine - why is there resentment at a female-oriented art? Nobody asks The Tale of Genji to be masculine! Women certainly learn a lot from books oriented toward a masculine world. Why is not the reverse also true? Or are men really so afraid of women's creativity?