Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!

Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.

Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?

I cherished hope, it is true, but it vanished when my person reflected . . .

I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated.

What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.