My diary seems to keep me whole.

I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.

You marry the day you realize the human defects of your love.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

I believe that in judging our actions we are more severe than professional judges. We judge not only our actions, but our thoughts, our intentions, our secret curses, our hidden hate.

I have no brakes on...analysis is for those who are paralyzed by life.