The Source Of Sexual Power Is Curiosity,

Our Love Lives Because I Live.

If What Proust Says Is True, That Happiness Is The Absence Of Fever, Then I Will Never Know Happiness. For I Am Possessed By A Fever For Knowledge, Experience, And Creation.

My Diary Seems To Keep Me Whole.

Poetry Is The Alchemy Which Teaches Us To Convert Ordinary Materials Into Gold.

I Am Quite Wiling To Confide Entirely In Human Being, Except That At Some Moment Or Another Human Beings Get Preoccupied, Moody, Busy, Inattentive, And There Come An End To The Interest, And This Never Happens In A Journal!