Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
Nothing is more real than nothing.
That double-headed monster of damnation and salvation--Time.
Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence.