- On love: Nothing leads to love. It is love who throws himself across your path. And then he either blocks it forever or, if he abandons it, leaves it in rack and ruin.
- On solitude: There are days when solitude is a heady wine which intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison which makes you beat your head against the wall.
- On mothering: To talk to a child, to fascinate him, is much more difficult than to win an electoral victory. But it is also more rewarding.
- On growth: It is the fight itself that keeps you young.
- On experience: One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
- On spirit: How beautiful what one does not understand can be!
- What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner.
- You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.
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