We are here for no purpose, unless we can invent one.

The world is full of people who are very clever at seeming much smarter than they really are.

Poverty is a relatively mild disease for even a very flimsy American soul, but uselessness will kill strong and weak souls alike, and kill every time.

You can't help it but you were born without a heart. At least you tried to believe what the people with hearts believed — so you were a good man just the same.

There was no immunity to cuckoo ideas on Earth.

I have no culture, no humane harmony in my brains. I can't live without a culture anymore.

Perhaps some people really are born unhappy. I surely hope not. Speaking for my sister and myself: We were born with the capacity and determination to be utterly happy all the time. Perhaps even in this we were freaks. Hi ho.