Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?
My passport photo is one of the most remarkable photographs I have ever seen --- no retouching, no shadows, no flattery --- just stark me.
When I appear in public, people expect me to neigh, grind my teeth paw the ground and swish my tail --- none of which is easy.
A hundred years for now? All new people.
The joy that isn't shared dies young.
Oh, darling, let your body in, let it tie you in, in comfort.
The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. Godlike he blandly assumes that he can express everything in words whereas the things one loves, lives, and dies for are not, in the last analysis completely expressible in words.
Arranging a bowl of flowers in the morning can give a sense of quiet in a crowded day - like writing a poem, or saying a prayer.
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.
A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.