Go for the impossible. I always tried to find my own limits. So far I did not find them, so my universe is in constant expansion.

I need to write about love. I need to think and think and write about love-otherwise, my soul won’t survive.

If a man we don't know phones us up one day and talks a little, makes no suggestions, says nothing special, but nevertheless pays us the kind of attention we rarely receive, we're quite capable of going to bed with him that night, feeling relatively in love. That's what we women are like, and there's nothing wrong with that - it's the nature of the female to open herself to love easily.

The universe stands aside for those people who know where they are going.

Love one another, but let’s try not to possess one another.

It's only those who are persistent and willing to study things deeply, who achieve the master work.

We can't choose our lives, but we can DECIDE what to do with the joys or griefs we're given.