May Sarton

There is only one real deprivation, I decided this morning, and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.

We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.

A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless.

The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.

Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be.

Anyone who is going to be a writer knows enough at 15 to write several novels.