What a devil art thou, Poverty! How many desires - how many aspirations after goodness and truth - how many noble thoughts, loving wishes toward our fellows, beautiful imaginings thou hast crushed under thy heel, without remorse or pause!

My spirit has pass'd in compassion and determination around the whole earth. I have look'd for equals and lovers an found them ready for me in all lands, I think some divine rapport has equalized me with them

Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.

All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.

I love doctors and hate their medicine.

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.