As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.

God is love. Yes or no? No.

And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.

There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty.

It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.