May Sarton Quotes

But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings.

What does myself now say to me?"Open the door of Mystery.

In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.

For inside all the weakness of old age the spirit God knows is as mercurial as it ever was.