Charles Morgan describes as “the stilling of the soul within the activities of the mind and body so that it might be still as the axis of a revolving… - Anne Morrow Lindbergh

It is the wilderness in
the mind, the desert wastes in the heart through which one wanders lost and a stranger. When one is a
stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one
cannot touch others.

When you love someone you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now.

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