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 obstacle became his alibi for weakness.
We see things the way we are, not the way they are.
I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.
Introspection is a devouring monster.
the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him.