Milky and opaque, it has the pinkish bloom of the sky on a summer evening, ripening to rain. - Anne Morrow Lindbergh

The collector walks with blinders on; he sees nothing but the prize. In fact, the acquisitive instinct is incompatible with true appreciation of beauty.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

With a new awareness, both painful and humorous, I begin to understand why the saints were rarely married women. I am convinced it has nothing inherently to do, as I once supposed, with chastity or children. It has to do primarily with distractions. The bearing, rearing, feeding and educating of children; the running of a house with its thousand details; human relationships with their myriad pulls — woman's normal occupations in general run counter to creative life, or contemplative life, or saintly life.