The only sin is the sin of being born.

The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.

There is this to be said for Dachsunds of such length and lowness as Nelly, that it makes very little difference to their appearance whether they stand, sit or lie.

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.

I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.

The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter. And at the same time I am obliged to speak. I shall never be silent. Never.

As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.