If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that… Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world. And we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the beginning. But it's always the same thing. Yes, it's like the funny story we have heard too often, we still find it funny, but we don't laugh any more.

To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?

Enough to know no knowing.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many.