If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
anyone who’s worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.
I am rooted, but I flow.
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.