Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. I don't know what grey is. I never did.

He had a mania for washing and disinfecting himself. . . . For him the only danger came from the microbes that attacked the body. He had not studied the microbe of conscience which eats into the soul.

Nature forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.

Love men and women not for their strength but their softness, not for their fullness but their hunger, not for their plenty but their need.

I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me.

The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.