When I come to be united to thee with all my being, then there will be no more pain and toil for me, and my life shall be a real life, being wholly filled by...

I’ve seen so much and lived it all. I wanted to bite the earth and taste it. It is both bitter and sweet, and if I had my time to live over again, I wouldn’t change...

confessional.” She has been referred to, several times, as the first blogger. Whereas her writing does not confess much – it is much more spiritual memoir than anything, or perhaps something akin to a mystic’s...

A book, a true book, is the writer’s confessional. For, whether he would have it so or not, he is betrayed, directly or indirectly, by his characters, into presenting publicly his innermost feelings.