Perhaps Somewhere, Someplace Deep Inside Your Being,

I Implore Those Who Love Me To Love My Solitude.

Fame Is Finally Only The Sum Total Of All The Misunderstanding That Can Gather Around A New Name.

Embrace Your Solitude And Love It. Endure The Pain It Causes, And Try To Sing Out With It. For Those Near To You Are Distant.

If Your Everyday Life Appears To Be Unworthy Subject Matter, Do Not Complain To Life. Complain To Yourself, Lament That You Are Not Poet Enough To Call Up Its Wealth.

Life Is Cut To Allow For Growth ... One May Vigorously Put On Weight Before One Fills It Out Entirely.