To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

The trouble you can get into, just cause you want 5, 000 bucks.

The trouble you can get into, just cause you want 5, 000 bucks.

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month I can be read more

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month I can be myself.

Shall you cry because roses have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses?

Shall you cry because roses have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses?

Well, there's no one at all, they do be saying, but is deserving of some punishment from the very minute read more

Well, there's no one at all, they do be saying, but is deserving of some punishment from the very minute of his birth.

Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to read more

Negation is the mind's first freedom, yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it, adapt it to our needs; once acquired it can imprison us.

High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
Fear, for their scourge, read more

High minds, of native pride and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse;
Fear, for their scourge, means villains have,
Thou art the torturer of the brave!

to be nobody-but-myself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make me everybody else means, read more

to be nobody-but-myself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make me everybody else means, to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.