The history of the world, as it is written and handed down by word of mouth, often fails us completely; but man's intuitive capacity, though it often misleads, does lead, does not ever abandon one.

In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.

It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.

We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.

I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

Writing means revealing oneself to excess.

You can choose to be free , but it's last decision you'll ever make