There are 10 men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

I am an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.