Our whole being is nothing but a fight against the dark forces within ourselves.

Writing has... been to me like a bath from which I have risen feeling cleaner, healthier, and freer.

...I'm no longer prepared to accept what people say and what's written in books. I must think things out for myself, and try to find my own answer.

It was then that I began to look into the seams of your doctrine. I wanted only to pick at a single knot; but when I had got that undone, the whole thing raveled out. And then I understood that it was all machine-sewn.

Money may be the husk of many things but not the kernel. It brings you food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintance, but not friends; servants, but not loyalty; days of joy, but not peace or happiness.

Poetry is to hold judgment on your soul.

What is the difference in being alone with another and being alone by one's self?