These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her.

Love is a force.... It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product; it produces.

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

Communication with another person -- wasn't it the realest thing in life?

The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.

I feel I should not be ... so at the mercy of people's regard. And yet - it is the artist's desire for communication too; without the answering voice you get so numb; you lose faith in your powers to communicate.

Beauty cannot disguise nor music melt A pain undiagnosable but felt.