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

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.

To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.

Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.

Who is to decide between 'Let it be' and 'Force it'?

Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.

It's a terrible thing to be alone - yes it is - it is - but don't lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath - as terrible as you like - but a mask.