... we each have our fleeting hour.
Only a very small percentage can regard conditions from any but a selfish point of view or conceive of any but their own shoe-pinch.
It's a sign of your own worth sometimes if you are hated by the right people.
Ah, the bitter, hopeless heart-hunger of godlessness none but an atheist can understand!
the way to wean any one from a desire is not by condemnation of it.
My mother is a good woman - a very good woman - and I am, I think, not quite all criminality, but we do not pull together. I am a piece of machinery which, not understanding, my mother winds up the wrong way, setting all the wheels of my composition going in creaking discord.