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

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

At sixteen, Sabina took moon baths, first of all, because everyone else took sun baths, and second, she admitted, because she had been told it was dangerous.

I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.

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!