I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.

The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.

To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy.

I must say, I hate money. But it's the lack of it I hate most.

The late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.... This all sounds very strenuous and serious. But now that I have wrestled with it, it's no longer so. I feel happy- deep down. All is well.