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 make it a rule always to believe compliments implicitly for five minutes, and to simmer gently for twenty more.

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 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.

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

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