It would be curious to discover who it is to whom one writes in a diary. Possibly to some mysterious personification of one's own identity.

When you don't inherit an identity you have to define it on your own.

He that writes to himself writes to an eternal public

Anybody who writes a diary insists it must be read by someone else.

Renunciation - that is the great fact we all, individuals and classes, have to learn. In trying to avoid it we bring misery to ourselves and others.

If I ever felt inclined to be timid as I was going into a room full of people, I would say to myself, 'You're the cleverest member of one of the cleverest families in the cleverest class of the cleverest nation. . . why should you be frightened?'