Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!