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

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

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 upon.

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

Truly nothing is to be expected except for the unexpected.

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 desolation which abides with me. My circumstances allowing of nothing but the ejaculation of one-syllabled reflections, a written monologue by that most interesting being, myself, may have its yet to be discovered consolations.

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