No one should be forced to carry the unfulfilled self of another.

You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead.

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

To change skins, evolve into new cycles, I feel one has to learn to discard

I only regret that everybody wants to deprive me of the journal, which is the only steadfast friend I have, the only one which makes my life bearable, because my happiness with human beings is so precarious, my confiding moods rare, and the least sign of non-interest is enough to silence me. In the journal I am at ease.