All Beginnings Are Involuntary.

Every Man Who Deserves To Be Famous Knows It Is Not Worth The Trouble.

Never Having Discovered Qualities In Myself Which Could Attract Someone Else, I Could Never Believe That Anyone Felt Attracted To Me.

I Look At Myself But I'm Missing. I Know Myself: It’s Not Me.

It Is Noble To Be Shy, Illustrious Not To Know How To Act, Great Not To Have A Gift For Living.

I Am Tired Of Myself In Every Way. All Things, Deep Down To The Secret Of Their Roots, Are Stained By The Color Of My Weariness.