Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple “I must,” then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse.

Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people.

Don’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose.

Inner beauty, too, needs occasionally to be told it is beautiful.

So long as I remain true to myself, I see no reason to apologize for how I appear to others.

I want people to realize that it is okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to fall down. Get up… look SICKENING… and make them EAT it.