Off fall the wife, the mother, the lover, the teacher, and the violent artist takes over. I am I alone. I belong to no one but myself. I mate with no one but the spirit. I own no land, have no kin, no friend or enemy. I have no road but this one.

Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine, which, being balanced people, they cannot supply.

It's just as possible to live to the full in a narrow corner as it is in bigness.

We already have so much pressure towards sameness through radio, film and comic outside the school, that we can't afford to do a thing inside that is not toward individual development.

I am inclined to think that eating is a private thing and should be done alone, like other bodily functions.

What a desire! ... to live in peace with that word: Myself.

It is not so much the content of what one says as the way in which one says it. However important the thing you say, what's the good of it if not heard or, being heard, not felt?