The fortune my spirit is not to be blown into coins of brass and flung to the winds as alms for the poor of the spirit. I guard my treasures: my thought, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.

She's a writer. The kind of writer who wouldn't be published outside. She believes that when one deals with words, one deals with the mind.

I will not die, it's the world that will end." paraphrase of unknown philosopher

She started off, walking fast, as if the speed of her steps could give form to the things she felt.

The word which can never die on this earth, for it is the heart of it and the meaning and the glory. The sacred word: EGO.

To achieve, you need thought. You have to know what you are doing and that's real power.

This was the great clarity of being beyond emotion, after the reward of having felt everything one could feel.