Frenchwomen just never look ungroomed, do they?

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea.

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

Why do progress and beauty have to be so opposed?

For in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.

God may want you to be the answer to your own prayer.

Why is life speeded up so? Why are things so terribly, unbearably precious that you can't enjoy them but can only wait breathless in dread of their going?