I am tired of myself, my own thoughts, my own affairs, my own eternal company.

True happiness, we are told, consists in getting out of one's self; but the point is not only to get out--you must stay out; and to stay out you must have some absorbing errand.

Unfortunately, I 've got no errand, and nobody will trust me with one.

I want to care for something, or for some one.

And I want to care with a certain ardor; even, if you can believe it, with a certain passion.