What one reads, or rather all that comes to us, is surely only of interest and value in proportion as we find ourselves therein, -- form given to what was vague, what slumbered stirred to life.

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

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

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.

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

What one reads, or rather all that comes to us, is surely only of interest and value in proportion as we find ourselves therein, -- form given to what was vague, what slumbered stirred to life.

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