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

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.

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

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.

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

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.