My writing has gone to bits - like my character. I am simply a self-conscious nerve in pain.
There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
America is the noisiest country that ever existed. One is waked up in the morning, not by the singing of the nightingale, but by the steam whistle.
To become a spectator of one's own life is to escape the suffering of life.
On an occasion of this kind it becomes more than a moral duty to speak one's mind. It becomes a pleasure.