Like Emerson, I write over the door of my library the word 'Whim' (Oscar Wilde).
I shun father and mother and wife and brother, when my genius calls me. I would write on the lintels of the door-post,'Whim'. I hope it is somewhat better than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation (Ralph Waldo Emerson).
I pakdau ştire domnie tale za lucrul turcilor... (Scrisoarea lui Neacşu din Câmpulung).