Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.

It takes as much courage to have tried and failed as it does to have tried and succeeded.

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay 'in kind' somewhere else in life.

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

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

Forsythia is pure joy. There is not an ounce, not a glimmer of sadness or even knowledge in forsythia. Pure, undiluted, untouched joy.

If it is a woman's function to give, she must be replenished, too.