We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.

Do we always make our freedom out of someone else's bondage?

Does one come to enjoy even the hardships that help make one the person one is? Or is it that the past becomes a legend to be remembered with laughter?

“How does one grow up?” I asked a friend the other day. There was a slight pause; then she answered, “By thinking.”

For inside all the weakness of old age, the spirit, God knows, is as mercurial as it ever was.

The woman who needs to create works of art is born with a kind of psychic tension in her which drives her unmercifully to find a way to balance, to make herself whole. Every human being has this need: in the artist it is mandatory. Unable to fulfill it, he goes mad. But when the artist is a woman she fulfills it at the expense of herself as a woman.