The most familiar facts are often hardest to understand.

The world is quite right. It does not have to be consistent.

(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind

Never in all her life had she imagined that this idolized millinery could look, to those who paid for it, like the decorations of an insane monkey.

But reason has no power against feeling, and feeling older than history is no light matter.

It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide—plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.

I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.