"I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together, those early mornings setting o..." — Anne Morrow Lindbergh

How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it. It seems to imply rejection or unpopularity.

America, which has the most glorious present still existing in the world today, hardly stops to enjoy it, in her insatiable appetite for the future.

By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class.

The loneliness you get by the sea is personal and alive. It doesn't subdue you and make you feel abject. It's stimulating loneliness.