I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.

“... it is fatal for anyone who writes to think of their sex. It is fatal to be …”

“The people we are most fond of are not good for us when we are ill.”

“Such are the visions which proffer great cornucopias full of fruit to the solit…”

“Here am I shedding one of my life-skins and all they will say is, 'Bernard is s…”