Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

She was nervous about the future; it made her indelicate. She was one of the most unimportantly wicked women of her time --because she could not let her time alone, and yet could never be a part of it. She wanted to be the reason for everything and so was the cause of nothing. She had the fluency of tongue and action meted out by divine providence to those who cannot think for themselves. She was the master of the over-sweet phrase, the over-tight embrace.

Life, the permission to know death.

For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish.

No man needs curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.

No one will be much or little except in someone else's mind, so be careful of the minds you get into.

Even the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet won’t stick out.