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.

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

I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.

We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.

Life is painful, nasty and short.. in my case it has only been painful and nasty.

Certainty always produces questions, uncertainty statements. It is a balancing law of nature.

Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy