life is always bringing unexpected gifts.

One of the good elements of old age is that we no longer have to prove anything, to ourselves or to anyone else. We are what we are.

We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.

In a total work, the failures have their not unimportant place.

If art is not to be life-enhancing, what is it to be? Half the world is feminine - why is there resentment at a female-oriented art? Nobody asks The Tale of Genji to be masculine! Women certainly learn a lot from books oriented toward a masculine world. Why is not the reverse also true? Or are men really so afraid of women's creativity?

It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard.

Sometimes one has simply to endure a period of depression for what it may hold of illumination if one can live through it, attentive to what it exposes or demands.