You marry the day you realize the human defects of your love.

What a mystery this is, desire. The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow of the blood. There is no drug and no alcohol to equal it.

Expressing feelings is linked directly with creation... In this ability to tap the sources of feeling and imagination lies the secret of abundance.

Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.

I don't wish power, only art -art and passion.

She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.

I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.