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

Who would ever give up the reality of dreams for relative knowledge?

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

What one reads, or rather all that comes to us, is surely only of interest and value in proportion as we find ourselves therein, -- form given to what was vague, what slumbered stirred to life.

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

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.