Though I have no productive worth, I have a certain value as an indestructible quantity.
Who would ever give up the reality of dreams for relative knowledge?
One has a greater sense of intellectual degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.
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...
I make it a rule always to believe compliments implicitly for five minutes, and to simmer gently for twenty more.
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.
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.
