After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself.
People seek escape in myth by any means at their disposal, including drugs, alcohol, meditation, and lies.
In exiling myself I am not exiling a monster, but a man whom society will not allow to live, since it considers one of the mysterious cogs in God's masterpiece to be a mistake.
I am burning myself up and will always do so.
Whatever the public blames you for, cultivate it; it is yourself.