There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.

September is different from all other months. It is more magical. I feel the strange chemical change in the earth which produces mushrooms is the cause, too, of the extra 'life' in the air - a resilience, a sparkle.

I adore Life. What do all the fools matter and all the stupidity. They do matter but somehow for me they cannot touch the body of Life. Life is marvellous. I want to be deeply rooted in it - to live - to expand - to breathe in it - to rejoice - to share it. To give and to be asked for Love.

roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.

If you wish to live, you must first attend your own funeral.

Why it should be such an effort to write to the people one loves I can't imagine. It's none at all to write to those who don't really count.

There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.