The most wonderful thing, Mary, is that you and I are always walking together, hand in hand, in a strangely beautiful world, unknown to other people. We both stretch one hand to receive from Life - and Life is generous indeed.

I use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.

He who listens to truth is not less than he who utters truth.

You progress not through what has been done, but reaching towards what has yet to be done.

My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.

The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.

March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.