We Do Not Judge The People We

What's Done At Night Belongs To The Night. In The Daytime You Don't Talk About It.

Man Is Nothing Else But What He Makes Of Himself.

How Can I, Who Was Not Able To Retain My Own Past, Hope To Save That Of Another?

All That I Know About My Life, It Seems, I Have Learned In Books.

I Felt Myself In A Solitude So Frightful That I Contemplated Suicide. What Held Me Back Was The Idea That No One, Absolutely No One, Would Be Moved By My Death, That I Would Be Even More Alone In Death Than In Life.