What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.

The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic.

New York has an electronic heart.

In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.

I am quite wiling to confide entirely in human being, except that at some moment or another human beings get preoccupied, moody, busy, inattentive, and there come an end to the interest, and this never happens in a journal!

Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.