It is a pity we do not die when our lives are finished.

I am a woman. My life is a long, strong, twisted rope, made up of a number of human relationships, nothing more.

children had no place in love affairs. Children ought to be born to widows and old maids.

Love, is it? First you lose your appetite, then you lose your tongue, then you take leave of your senses, and that's love!

I see no reason why I should not live on indefinitely just as I have done, and on the whole I am more comfortable here than in Purgatory, a place that I imagine to be like the suburbs of London.

We live behind the closed doors of our own destiny.

Morning dawns when the grace overcomes nature.

The young are adept at learning, but even more adept at avoiding it.

Near the foot of the mountain we visited a yogi who dwelled in a hollow tunneled beneath a boulder. He pondered our notion of climbing Shivling and said: 'First travel, then struggle, finally calm'.

I am willing to taste any drink once.

You are ready and able to do beautiful things in this world.

When I'm a ship tossed around on the waves, Up on a highwire that's ready to break. When I've had just about all I can take, baby you save me

Love itself compensates for any diminishment.

Kindness which is not inexhaustible does not deserve the name.

All fires burn out at last.