I want to be the new Marilyn Monroe and find my own Clark Gable.
Resolved, never henceforward, till I die, to act as if I were any way my own, but entirely and altogether God’s.
I couldn’t say my own name when I was 12.
I always love messing with my own hair as much as I can; I don’t normally like to wear wigs.
One need ask only ‘What for? What am I to unify my being for?’ The reply is: Not for my own sake.