I am realizing once and for all the difference as far as I am concerned of women and men and the necessity for both. With a man, however tender he is, one is feeding him - one is always and eternally understanding, mothering, supplying him with faith in himself (not in you).

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

Pain can make a whole winter bright, like fever, force us to live deep and hard.

letters are so much easier than living. One can give one's best.

gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary.

Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.

There was such a thing as women's work and it consisted chiefly, Hilary sometimes thought, in being able to stand constant interruption and keep your temper. . . .