If art is not to be life-enhancing, what is it to be?
There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.
Old age is not an illness, it is a timeless ascent. As power diminishes, we grow toward the light.
I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.
I sometimes imagine that as one grows older one comes to live a role which as a young person one merely 'played.
Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at fifteen to write several novels.
For after all we make our faces as we go along.
Miracles cannot be explained, that is their miraculous nature.
For me the moral dilemma this past year has been how to make peace with the unacceptable.
It's extraordinary how little two people can understand each other and how cruel two people who are fond of each other can be to each other - there is practically no cruelty so awful because their power to hurt is so great.
We only keep what we lose.
At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.
Human relations just are not fixed in their orbits like the planets -- they're more like galaxies, changing all the time, exploding into light for years, then dying away.
Though friendship is not quick to burn it is explosive stuff.
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 hardest thing we are asked to do in this world is to remain aware of suffering, suffering about which we can do nothing.
Here life goes on, even and monotonous on the surface, full of lightning, of summits and of despair, in its depths. We have now arrived at a stage in life so rich in new perceptions that cannot be transmitted to those at another stage - one feels at the same time full of so much gentleness and so much despair - the enigma of this life grows, grows, drowns one and crushes one, then all of a sudden in a supreme moment of light one becomes aware of the sacred.
I tell the gods are still alive / And they are not consoling.
A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward; to reset oneself by an inner compass.
Fighting dragons is my holy joy.
Gardening is the instrument of grace.
It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!
when I am working I immediately feel hopeful.
People are always talking about the joys of youth-but, oh, how youth can suffer!
A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.
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