When will women begin to have the first glimmer that above all other loyalties is the loyalty toTruth, i.e., to yourself, that husband, children, fri….

Notwithstanding the poverty of my outside experience, I have always had a significance for myself, and every chance to stumle along my straight and n….

I wonder whether if I had an education I should have been more or less a fool that I am..

How fatally the entire want of humor cripples the mind..

Physical pain however great ends in itself and falls away like dry husks from the mind, whilst moral discords and nervous horrors sear the soul..

The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?.

Truly nothing is to be expected except for the unexpected..

How heroic to be able to suppress one's vanity to the extent of confessing that the game is too hard..

How sick one gets of being "good," how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours; embody sel….

Ah! Those strange people who have the courage to be unhappy! Are they unhappy, by the way?.

If I can get on to my sofa and occupy myself for four hours, at intervals through the day, scribbling my notes, and able to read the books that belon….

Though I have no productive worth, I have a certain value as an indestructible quantity..

One has a greater sense of degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience..

The gain isn't counted to the recluse and inactive that, having nothing to measure themselves by and never being tested by failure, they simmer and s….

Destitution and excessive luxury develop apparently the same ideals, the same marauding attitude towards mankind, the intensity of struggle for mater….

It is an immense loss to have all robust and sustaining expletives refined away from one! At. moments of trial refinement is a feeble reed to lean up….

I wonder, whether, if I had had any education I should have been more, or less, of a fool than I am. It would have deprived me surely of those exquis….

I think that if I get into the habit of writing a bit about what happens, or rather doesn't happen, I may lose a little of the sense of isolation and….

The success or failure of a life, as far as posterity goes, seems to lie in the more or less luck of seizing the right moment of escape.

Who would ever give up the reality of dreams for relative knowledge?.

It is so comic to hear oneself called old, even at ninety I suppose!.