It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

I do not speak the minds of others except to speak my own mind better.

If I can, I shall keep my death from saying anything that my life has not already said.

It is an absolute perfection and virtually divine to know how to enjoy our being rightfully.

Why did I love her? Because it was her; because it was me.

I want to be seen here in my simple, natural, ordinary fashion, without straining or artifice; for it is myself that I portray... I am myself the matter of my book.

I put forward formless and unresolved notions, as do those who publish doubtful questions to debate in the schools, not to establish the truth but to seek it.