The truer the facts the better the fiction.

I grow numb; I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart?

Wat a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! I went in and found the table laden with books. I looked in and sniffed them all. I could not resist carrying this one off and broaching it. I think I could happily live here and read forever.

On or about December 1910, human character changed.

Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.

So the days pass, and I ask myself whether one is not hypnotized, as a child by a silver globe, by life, and whether this is living.

King old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always to to a good man, they say.