Physical Pain However Great Ends In Itself

Though I Have No Productive Worth, I Have A Certain Value As An Indestructible Quantity.

The Difficulty About All This Dying, Is That You Can't Tell A Fellow Anything About It, So Where Does The Fun Come In?

What Sense Of Superiority It Gives One To Escape Reading Some Book Which Every One Else Is Reading.

If I Can Get On To My Sofa And Occupy Myself For Four Hours, At Intervals Through The Day, Scribbling My Notes, And Able To Read The Books That Belong To Me, In That They Clarify The Density, And Shape The Formless Mass Within, Life Seems Inconceivably Rich.

How Heroic To Be Able To Suppress One's Vanity To The Extent Of Confessing That The Game Is Too Hard.