There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.

Woman must come of age by herself... She must find her true center alone.

Guys kick friendship all over just like a soccer, nonetheless it does not appear to crack. Girls deal with it like glass and it goes to items.

The world has different owners at sunrise... Even your own garden does not belong to you. Rabbits and blackbirds have the lawns; a tortoise-shell cat who never appears in daytime patrols the brick walls, and a golden-tailed pheasant glints his way through the iris spears.

Fame is a kind of death because it arrests life around the person in the public eye.

The most exhausting thing you can do is to be inauthentic.

When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation.