I'm sick of my own romanticism!

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art--we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.

Either one fails in one's art or in one's life.

What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge that we are responsible for our actions and attitudes does not need to be discouraging, because it also means that we are free to change this destiny. One is not in bondage to the past, which has shaped our feelings, to race, inheritance, background. All this can be altered if we have the courage to examine how it formed us. We can alter the chemistry provided we have the courage to dissect the elements.