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

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.

I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

I had been struck by the analogy between neurosis and romanticism. Romanticism was truly a parallel to neurosis. It demanded of reality an illusory world, love, an absolute which it could never obtain, and thus destroyed itself by the dream.

Mature people relate to each other without the need to merge.

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.

notes fly so much farther than words. There is no other way to reach the infinite.