Look to yourself. You free. Nothing and nobody is obliged to save you but you. Seek your own land. You young and a woman and there's serious limitation in both, but you are a person too. Don't let Lenore or some trifling boyfriend and certainly no devil doctor decide who you are. That's slavery. Somewhere inside you is that free person I'm talking about. Locate her and let her do some good in the world.

We are traditionally rather proud of ourselves for having slipped creative work in there between the domestic chores and obligations. I'm not sure we deserve such big A-pluses for all that.

Whatever's burning in me is mine

This is why everyone must "work out" his or her own salvation (see Philippians 2:12).

Any man who has to wear another man's name on the back of his shirt may need to ask himself how he views his own manhood.

I have my own identity ... The whole Michael thing does drive me nuts sometimes because people won't leave it alone. He's bald, I have hair. He's almost 40, I'm 22. Seriously though, I wish people would let it be and let me just be Kobe.

Thank you sir for your criticism. If you knew about me what I know about me, you would have written a longer letter.

The humblest individual exerts some influence, either for good or evil, upon others.

The truly proud man is satisfied with his own good opinion, and does not seek to make converts to it.

Seek out that particular mental attitude which makes you feel most deeply and vitally alive, along with which comes the inner voice which says, "This is the real me," and when you have found that attitude, follow it.

We had as lief not be, as not be ourselves.

We are traditionally rather proud of ourselves for having slipped creative work in there between the domestic chores and obligations. I'm not sure we deserve such big A-pluses for all that.