I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.
I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.
Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.
The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.
It is hardly respectable to be good nowadays.
What the reporters are like! They are mad with excitement at the thought of my approaching demise. Kind Sister Farquhar, my nurse, spends much of her time in throwing them downstairs. But one got in the other day, and asked me if I mind the fact that I must die.