“Oh, I am in love with life!”

“Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea,
And love is a thing that can never go wrong
And I am Marie of Roumania.”

“Oh, Life, I am yours. Whatever it is you want of me, I am ready to give.”

“Oh, beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love?”

“Oh, did you expect me to play fair?" Cupid laughed. "I am the god of love. I am never fair.”

“Hey oh, here I am… and here we go life's waiting to begin”

“Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it.”

“.. Oh my dear friend, you whose voice called me towards my beautiful past, oh how I love you because you are young, you serve the idea, you understand the beauty of a life devoted completely to abstraction. Oh the devil you have done me, and the good of this devil. There is an atrocious page in my existence... I am not a woman. Neither love nor the family satisfies me. I don’t like the baby. I detest the household. I love all works of the human genius, I adore art the beauties of nature and of the heart. The beautiful, the beautiful in all such as love and such as life.”

“Why am I always on a plane or a fast train?
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love.Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline?
Life is
Beautiful on a New York Times.”

“Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love?”