Once you become self-conscious, there is no end to it; once you start to doubt, there is no room for anything else.

Nobody knows the trouble we've seen-but we keep trying to tell them.

Flesh goes on pleasuring us, and humiliating us, right to the end.

We work for praise, and dawdle once we have it.

Neurosis is no worse than a bad cold; you ache all over, and it's made you a mess, but you won't die from it.

To smoke or not to smoke: I can make of either a life-work.

We have a terror of seeming to exert ourselves, lest it be noticed that we exerted ourselves and did not succeed.