I put less stock in others' opinions than my own. No one else's opinions could derail me.

For I am not so enamoured of my own opinions that I disregard what others may think of them.

I dreamed of having a book of my own, of writing one that I could put on a shelf.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

One knows less about one's own destiny than about anything else on earth.

I don't need someone else's power. I'm obtaining my own.