“What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so in exorable as one's self!”

“My worries always lead to dungeons; I can't imagine a worse thing than to be imprisoned for the rest of one's life, especially with so few years to enjoy what little there is.”

“My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street — what do we have to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya!That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look.”

“For nothing is so hard to hear as that which is half known, and evaded. One never denies so hotly as in denying to one's self what one fears is true, and one never resents so bitterly as in resenting that which one cannot say one has the right to resent.”

“dark matter is fluid and takes many shapeslearn to decipher what gives and what takespersonal demon attach to their hosttake care to learn which ones harm the mostbeware the stories lower self does tellto oneself, to the world, it can rot like a smellyour spark burns so bright they are drawn to the glarethe darkness wants like so proceed with great care”

“…it is so much better to work for others than for one's self alone.”