What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise

Do you remember your childhood? I am always coming across these marvelous accounts by writers who declare that they remember 'everything.' I certainly don't. The dark stretches, the blanks, are much bigger than the bright glimpses. I seem to have spent most of my time like a plant in a cupboard.

Warm, eager, living life-to be rooted in life-to learn, to desire, to know, to feel, to think, to act. This is what I want. And nothing less. That is what I must try for.

Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are worth living for.

My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well.

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who all are happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.

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