If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.

I put the words down and push them a bit.

Of children as of procreation -- the pleasure momentary, the posture ridiculous, the expense damnable

Only when one has lost all curiosity about the future has one reached the age to write an autobiography.

We schoolmasters must temper discretion with deceit.

Enclosing every thin man, there's a fat man demanding elbow-room.

There is practically no sense that is not violated every time we return from the country or the sea to Paris or London or New York.