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

I suppose one has a greater sense of intellectual degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.

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

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.

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

I make it a rule always to believe compliments implicitly for five minutes, and to simmer gently for twenty more.

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.

You must remember that a woman, by nature, needs much less to feed upon than a man, a few emotions and she is satisfied.

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 selfishness.

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

What a sense of superiority it gives one to escape reading some book which everyone else is reading.

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