Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.

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.

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.

if one really does try to find out why it is that people don't leave each other, one discovers a mystery. It is because they can't; they are bound. And nobody on earth knows what are the bonds that bind them except those two.

Courage is like a disobedient dog, once it starts running away it flies all the faster for your attempts to recall it.

I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvellously serene, and small stars, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles.

I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.