A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good.

You may impose silence upon me, but you can not prevent me from thinking.

Celebrate within yourself that wonderful treasure . . . true kindness.

Simplicity is the most difficult thing to secure in this world; it is the last limit of experience and the last effort of genius.

Writing a journal means that facing your ocean you are afraid to swim across it, so you attempt to drink it drop by drop.

The capacity for passion is both cruel and divine.

a woman's heart has no wrinkles.