I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more.

They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

And you grit your teeth, despising yourself for your tremulous sensitivity, and wondering how human beings can suffer their individualities to be mercilessly crushed under a machinelike dictatorship, be it of industry, state or organization, all their lives long.