I Live Like A Monk: With One

I Always Wanted To Do My Best. I Got Nothing Free—i Had To Work Hard.

I Don’t Like To Talk To People, Because I Can’t Express Myself Satisfactorily. I Don’t Say The Things I Mean.

It Is Bitter To Think Of One's Best Years Disappearing In This Unpolished Country.

When One Has Not Long To Live, Why Shouldn't One Have Fancies?

There Are Many Things In Your Heart You Can Never Tell To Another Person. They Are You, Your Private Joys And Sorrows, And You Can Never Tell Them. You Cheapen Yourself, The Inside Of Yourself, When You Tell Them.