I am a sick man...I am a wicked man. An unattractive man. I think my liver hurts. However, i don't know a fig about my sickness, and am not sure what it is that hurts me. I am not being treated and never have been, though I respect medicine. What's more, I am also superstitious in the extreme; well, at least enough to respect medicine.

I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody.

But gamblers know how a man can sit for almost twenty-four hours at cards, without looking to right, or to left.

I believe there is no one deeper, lovelier, more sympathetic and more perfect than Jesus.

It is man's unique privilege, among all other organisms. By pursuing falsehood you will arrive at the truth!

Walking along the crowded row He met the one he used to know.

I am strongly convinced that not only too much consciousness but even any consciousness at all is a sickness.