Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

I have plenty of machinery around me; what I really need is a more enchanting world in which to live and work.

Good Demeter mothering keeps a child in the heat and passion of life which immortalize and establish soulfulness. Mothering involves not only physical survival and achievement—Demeter's grain and fruit—it is also concerned with guiding a child to his or her unknown depths and the mystery of fate.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.