To drink for pleasure may be a distraction, but to drink from misery is always a danger.

Energy had fastened upon her like a disease.

I had no place in any coterie, or in any reciprocal self-advertising. I stood alone. I stood outside. I wanted only to learn. I wanted only to write better.

Preserve, within a wild sanctuary, an inaccessible valley of reverie.

the old alone have finality. What is true of the young today may be false tomorrow. They are enveloped in emotion; and emotion as a state of being is fluent and evanescent.

What I hated even more than the conflict was the lurid spectacle of a world of unreason.

Moderation has never yet engineered an explosion