For life be, after all, only a waitin' for somethin' else than what we're doin'; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.

Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.

I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.

I'm a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.

Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.

For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.