A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.

He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.

The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself.

The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.

Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.