The Difficulty About All This Dying, Is

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

Ah! Those Strange People Who Have The Courage To Be Unhappy! Are They Unhappy, By The Way?

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.

It Is An Immense Loss To Have All Robust And Sustaining Expletives Refined Away From One! At. Moments Of Trial Refinement Is A Feeble Reed To Lean Upon.

Who Would Ever Give Up The Reality Of Dreams For Relative Knowledge?