I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me. Now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause.
The best index to a person’s character is how he treats people who can’t do him any good, and how he treats people who can’t fight back.
I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.