The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.

I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.

If one's conscious life is too rigid, too regimented, then the surface may crack at times, and we are unprepared for the strange emotions or sensations we experience.

I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have shared my kingdom with you.

Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.

I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their own fate. It was not a matter of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate, they were in despair.

Nowhere is inhumanity more revealed than in hospitals.