Do I believe in ghosts? No, but I'm afraid of them.

. . . everything seems insupportable to me. This may very well be because I am insupportable myself.

Rules of society are nothing; one's conscience is the umpire.

I love nothing and that is the true cause of my ennui.

The first step is the hardest.

Heed the still small voice that so seldom leads us wrong, and never into folly.

Let us strive to improve ourselves, for we cannot remain stationary; one either progresses or retrogrades.