The spirit is an inward flame; a lamp the world blows upon but never puts out.

My sort of looks are of the kind that bore me when I see them on other people.

Although I am not stupid, the mathematical side of my brain is like dumb notes upon a damaged piano.

If you have been sunned through and through like an apricot on a wall from your earliest days, you are oversensitive to any withdrawal of heat.

It is not dying, but living, that is a preparation for Death.

I have always wanted to be a man, if only for the reason that I would like to have gauged the value of my intellect.

It is easier to influence strong than weak characters in life.