As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.

By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

It is not needful for our dreams to be very grand nor very big. It is only needful for our dreams to be very shiny.

Life I fancy would very often be insupportable but for the luxury of self-compassion.

Somebody informed me recently that the key to every art, from writing to gardening to sculpture, is creativity. I beg to differ.

Perhaps even more than constituted authority, it is social uniformity and sameness that harass the individual most.

I aspire to be the president of all Venezuelans. The message is clear. Venezuelans are fed up with confrontation, with division.

Live the life you've dreamed.

If you don't have a mobile strategy, you're in deep turd.

Privacy is not something that I'm merely entitled to, it's an absolute prerequisite.

The United States is absolutely the most dangerous country in the world.

Everyone in this room knows that Venus is probably one of the greatest people on the tour. She's really great. She's super professional. Complete opposite of me.