Someday there will be girls and women whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male, but something in itself, something that makes one think not of any complement and limit, but only life and reality: the female human being.

All things want to float.

Fate loves to invent patterns and designs. Its difficulty lies in complexity. But life itself is difficult because of its simplicity. It has only a few things of a grandeur not fit for us.

It seems to me that the only way one can be helpful is to extend one's hand to someone else involuntarily, and without ever knowing how useful this will be.

Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future lessens . . . . Superabundant existence wells in my heart.

Truly it is glorious, our being here.

Stand up during supper and walk outdoors, and keep on walking.