Fame separates you from life.

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for that long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.

For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.

Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.

Love is a force. . . . It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product. It is a power, like money, or steam or electricity. It is valueless unless you can give something else by means of it.