The gain isn't counted to the recluse and inactive that, having nothing to measure themselves by and never being tested by failure, they simmer and soak perpetually in conscious complacency.

Destitution and excessive luxury develop apparently the same ideals, the same marauding attitude towards mankind, the intensity of struggle for material goods, -- surely showing how perfect is the meeting of extremes.

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

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

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.

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

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