Too many people, too many demands, too much to do; competent, busy, hurrying people - It just isn't living at all.

Not knowing how to feed the spirit, we try to muffle its demands in distraction...What matters is that one be for a time inwardly attentive.

The collector walks with blinders on; he sees nothing but the prize. In fact, the acquisitive instinct is incompatible with true appreciation of beauty.

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

It is only framed in space that beauty blooms; only in space are events, and objects and people unique and significant and therefore beautiful.

Parting is inevitably painful, even for a short time. It's like an amputation, I feel a limb is being torn off, without which I shall be unable to function. And yet, once it is done... life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid and fuller than before.

Certain springs are tapped only when you're alone.