A good marriage is one which allows for change and growth in the individuals and in the way they express their love.

My first vivid memory is...when first I looked into her face and she looked into mine. That I do remember, and that exchanging looks I have carried with me all of my life. We recognized each other. I was her child and she was my mother.

In our changing world nothing changes more than geography.

Yet there were times when he did love her with all the kindness she demanded, and how was she to know what were those times? Alone she raged against his cheerfulness and put herself at the mercy of her own love and longed to be free of it because it made her less than he and dependent on him. But how could she be free of chains she had put upon herself? Her soul was all tempest. The dreams she had once had of her life were dead. She was in prison in the house. And yet who was her jailer except herself?

Be born anywhere, little embryo novelist, but do not be born under the shadow of a great creed, not under the burden of original sin, not under the doom of Salvation.

you seem to grieve for what is not so ... and there is no need to let your heart run ahead into evils that may never come.

music is not technique and melody, but the meaning of life itself, infinitely sorrowful and unbearably beautiful.