The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer, because it is like the stranglehold of the drowning.
Adolescence is like cactus.
The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom. Like a laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or it becomes the solitary cell of the neurotic.
Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.