I am a part of all that I have met.

That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright,/ But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.

I am a part of everything that I have read.

Autism is part of who I am.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.