We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.
Behind everything we feel, there is always a sense of fear.
Nobody is bound by any obligation unless it has first been freely accepted.
The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.
There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.
Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.