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

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.

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!

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

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

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