Raskolnikov's Diaries for Everyone and Nobody

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats

“When I like people immensely, I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life”.

Oscar Wilde/The Picture of Dorian Gray

“I’d rather be the dust of the road
And trampled on by the feet of the poor …

I’d rather be the rivers that flow
And have washerwomen along my shore …

I’d rather be the poplars next to the river
With only sky above and water below …

I’d rather be the miller’s donkey
And have him beat me and care for me …

Rather this than go through life
Always looking back and feeling regret …”

Fernando Pessoa/ Alberto Caiero