The ambience here is order and beauty. That is what frightens me when I am first alone again. I feel inadequate. I have made an open place, a place for meditation. What if I cannot find myself inside it?

The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on pain is to miss the chance for growth.

A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward; to reset oneself by an inner compass.

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. . . .

The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.

One of the springs of poetry is joy.