Notwithstanding the poverty of my outside experience, I have always had a significance for myself, and every chance to stumle along my straight and narrow little path, and to worship at the feet of my Deity, and what more can a human soul ask for?

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

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

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

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

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

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.