I don't like being rumbled, I like to be invisible.

The thunder of false modesty was deafening.

Shakespeare drew a map of the human mind as clearly as Newton mapped the heavens. Wht is one considered science and the other fir only to be mocked with jokes about pretty girls and drury lane?

I don't find life unbearably grave. I find it almost intolerably frivolous.

Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself.

If you have only one life, you cant altogether ignore the question: are you enjoying it?

. . . she read with undifferentiated glee . . .