I want to be pure in heart -- but I like to wear my purple dress.

For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair.

One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding; how little one can get along with, not how much.

My father taught me that a bill is like a crying baby and has to be attended to at once.

Yesterday's fairy tale is today's fact. The magician is only one step ahead of his audience.

There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.

One learns to accept the fact that no permanent return is possible to an old form of relationship; and, more deeply still, that there is no holding of a relationship to a single form. This is not tragedy but part of the ever-recurrent miracle of life and growth.