Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.

The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.

I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits

I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.

Introspection is a devouring monster.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.

I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.