Men, in general, are a sort of scum, very different to anything of which you have an idea.

I'm just going to write because I cannot help it.

You are afraid of me, because I talk like a sphinx.

Die without me if you will. Live for me if you dare.

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.

I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.

Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in this world. I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species: to imagine such a lot befalling me is a fairy tale -- a daydream." "Which I can and will realise. I shall begin today.