It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves.

When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination-indeed, everything and anything except me.

All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were ofte…

Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass.

Now my weary lips I close; Leave me, leave me to repose!

Do not dump your woes upon people-keep the sad story of your life to yourself. Troubles grow by recounting them. [Pg. 156.]

There is a big black hat and it makes you invisible. Have you heard of that hat? You put it on and then no one can see you.