I wonder whether if I had an education I should have been more or less a fool that I am.

The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can’t tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?

One has a greater sense of intellectual degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.

Though I have no productive worth, I have a certain value as an indestructible quantity.

The fact is, I have been dead so long and it has been simply such a grim shoving of the hours behind me…since the hideous summer of ’78, when I went down to the deep...

I suppose one has a greater sense of intellectual degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.

Physical pain however great ends in itself and falls away like dry husks from the mind, whilst moral discords and nervous horrors sear the soul.

In looking back now, I see how it began in my childhood, altho’ I was not conscious of the necessity until ’67 or ’68 when I broke down first, acutely, and had violent turns of...

One has a greater sense of degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.

I make it a rule always to believe compliments implicitly for five minutes, and to simmer gently for twenty more.

You must remember that a woman, by nature, needs much less to feed upon than a man, a few emotions and she is satisfied.

How sick one gets of being ‘good’, how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours; embody selfishness.

The success or failure of a life, as far as posterity goes, seems to lie in the more or less luck of seizing the right moment of escape.

What a sense of superiority it gives one to escape reading some book which everyone else is reading.