“The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.”

Thousands of desires, each worth dying for; many of them I have realized, yet never enough.

It is because I dive into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.

The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other's welcome.

People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.

The place in which I'll fit will not exist until I make it.

A man who is tired of London is tired of life.

A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.