Life if curious when reduced to its essentials

Your red dress,’ she said, and laughed. But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.

There is always the other side, always.

Next week, or next month, or next year I will kill myself. But I might as well last out my month's rent, which has been paid up.

For the first time she had dimly realized that only the hopeless are starkly sincere and that only the unhappy can either give or take sympathy--even some of the bitter and dangerous voluptuousness of misery.

He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.