Until a man can quit talking loudly to himself in order to shout down the memories of blunderings and gropings, he is in no shape for the painstaking examination of distress.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

No male can beat a female in the long run because they have it over us in sheer, damn longevity.

Somebody has said that woman's place is in the wrong. That's fine. What the wrong needs is a woman's presence and a woman's touch. She is far better equipped than men to set it right.

Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!

A pinch of probability is worth a pound of perhaps.

Man is troubled by what might be called the Dog Wish, a strange and involved compulsion to be as happy and carefree as a dog