God often used bitter experiences to make us better. Gold can be a helpful servant, but a cruel master.

I can conceive of 'falling in love' over and over again. But 'marriage,' this richness of life itself, I cannot conceive of having again - or with anyone else. In this sense 'marriage' seems to me indissoluble.

If one talks to more than four people, it is an audience; and one cannot really think or exchange thoughts with an audience.

If one is estranged from oneself, then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others.

I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.

One writes not to be read but to breathe...one writes to think, to pray, to analyze. One writes to clear one's mind, to dissipate one's fears, to face one's doubts, to look at one's mistakes--in order to retrieve them. One writes to capture and crystallize one's joy, but also to disperse one's gloom. Like prayer--you go to it in sorrow more than joy, for help, a road back to 'grace'.