Charles was a stubborn Swede, you know, and he himself never felt the need to explain his feelings about where he stood and about past statements. Bu… - Anne Morrow Lindbergh

How wonderful are islands! Islands in space, like this one I have come to, ringed about by miles of water, linked by no bridges, no cables, no telephones. An island from the world and the world's life. Islands in time, like this short vacation of mine. The past and the future are cut off; only the present remains. Existence in the present gives island living an extreme vividness and purity. One lives like a child or a saint in the immediacy of here and now. Every day, every act, is an island, washed by time and space, and has an island's completion. People, too, become like islands in such an atmosphere, self-contained, whole, serene; respecting other people's solitude, not intruding on their shores, standing back in reverence before the miracle of another individual.

One must lose one's life to find it. Woman can best refind herself by losing herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.

it takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeded.