The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.

There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

You cannot save people. You can only love them.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life. . . To seek a total unity is wrong. To give as much meaning to one’s life as possible is right to me.

I must be a mermaid, I have no fear of depths, and a great fear of shallow living.

Beware of allowing a tactless word, a rebuttal, a rejection to obliterate the whole sky.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.