The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.