Absence Becomes The Greatest Presence.

People Who Cannot Feel Punish Those Who Do.

There The Door Is Always Open Into The “holy” — Growth, Birth, Death.

Women Are At Last Becoming Persons First And Wives Second, And That Is As It Should Be.

[in Old Age] There Is A Childlike Innocence, Often, That Has Nothing To Do With The Childishness Of Senility. The Moments Become Precious . . .

Routine Is Not A Prison, But The Way Into Freedom From Time.