If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others.

When one is a stranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too.

How hard it is to have the beautiful interdependence of marriage and yet be strong in oneself alone.

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few.

What a commentary on civilization, when being alone is being suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it - like a secret vice

Life is a gift, given in trust - like a child.