To mention a loved object, a person, or a place to someone else is to invest that object with reality.

Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.

What a circus act we women perform every day of our lives. Look at us. We run a tightrope daily, balancing a pile of books on the head. Baby-carriage, parasol, kitchen chair, still under control. Steady now! This is not the life of simplicity but the life of multiplicity that the wise men warn us of.

The present is passed over in the race for the future; the here is neglected in favor of the there. Enjoy the moment, even if it means merely a walk in the country.

Why is it that you can sometimes feel the reality of people more keenly through a letter than face to face?

My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.

To be deeply in love is, of course, a great liberating force.