The prophets of doom, in my experience, are generally ignored and usually right.

Of course you have to believe in destiny; that everything is sheer chance is an intolerable notion.

Never defend yourself; agree with your critics, it takes the wind out of their sails.

Because clearly the most amazing thing had happened: by some chance - no, the lover does not believe in chance, but destiny - destiny had arranged it so that the man and woman who had made the original whole, then somehow divided and separated by an angry God, had met up again, and now must reform the rightful, righteous whole. At once!

Pride is what you can afford or think you can afford.

If you wake up in the morning with a great sense of the things that have to be done in the day in order to get through to the next day, you lose the sense of the day as any kind of end in itself.

Men are irrelevant. Women are happy or unhappy, fulfilled or unfulfilled, and it has nothing to do with men.