I Only Believe In Fire. Life. Fire.

The Secret Of Joy Is The Mastery Of Pain.

I Cannot Concentrate All My Friendship On Any Single One Of My Friends Because No One Is Complete Enough In Himself.

I Prefer By Far The Warmth And Softness To Mere Brilliancy And Coldness. Some People Remind Me Of Sharp Dazzling Diamonds. Valuable But Lifeless And Loveless. Others, Of The Simplest Field Flowers, With Hearts Full Of Dew And With All The Tints Of Celestial Beauty Reflected In Their Modest Petals.

When I Am Most Deeply Rooted, I Feel The Wildest Desire To Uproot Myself.

Analysis Does Not Take Into Account The Creative Products Of Neurotic Desires.