...Him that I love, I wish to be free--even from me.
One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.
To give without any reward, or any notice, has a special quality of its own.
Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his own burdens, his own way.
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.
Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.
Only when one is connected to one's inner core is one connected to others. And, for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be re-found through solitude.
I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.