How fatally the entire want of humor cripples the mind.

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

If I can get on to my sofa and occupy myself for four hours, at intervals through the day, scribbling my notes, and able to read the books that belong to me, in that they clarify the density, and shape the formless mass within, life seems inconceivably rich.

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.

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.

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