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

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

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

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

A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.

And must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers?

We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.