I write to escape ... to escape poverty.

I loved her. I still love her, though I curse her in my sleep, so nearly one are love and hate, the two most powerful and devasting emotions that control man, nations, life.

exsistance is not the cure it is the problem

I have ever been prone to seek adventure and to investigate and experiment where wiser men would have left well enough alone.

Subconscious minds are no less fallible than the objective mind.

Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger.

It is a characteristic of the weak and criminal to attribute to others the misfortunes that are the result of their own wickedness.