So Many Things We Love Are You!

It Is Only In Solitude That I Ever Find My Own Core.

Woman Can Best Refind Herself By Losing Herself In Some Kind Of Creative Activity Of Her Own.

There Is No Harvest For The Heart Alone. The Seed Of Love Must Be Eternally Re-sown.

For In Our Family An Experience Was Not Finished, Not Truly Experienced, Unless Written Down Or Shared With Another.

The Signs That Presage Growth, So Similar, It Seems To Me, To Those In Early Adolescence: Discontent, Restlessness, Doubt, Despair, Longing, Are Interpreted Falsely As Signs Of Decay. In Youth One Does Not As Often Misinterpret The Signs; One Accepts Them, Quite Rightly, As Growing Pains. One Takes Them Seriously, Listens To Them, Follows Where They Lead. ... But In The Middle Age, Because Of The False Assumption That It Is A Period Of Decline, One Interprets These Life-signs, Paradoxically, As Signs Of Approaching Death.