How Heroic To Be Able

I Wonder, Whether, If I Had Had Any Education I Should Have Been More, Or Less, Of A Fool Than I Am. It Would Have Deprived Me Surely Of Those Exquisite Moments Of Mental Flatulence Which Every Now And Then Inflate The Cerebral Vacuum With A Delicious Sense Of Latent Possibilities-of Stretching Oneself To Cosmic Limits, And Who Would Ever Give Up The Reality Of Dreams For Relative Knowledge?

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.

You Must Remember That A Woman, By Nature, Needs Much Less To Feed Upon Than A Man, A Few Emotions And She Is Satisfied.

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

I Think That If I Get Into The Habit Of Writing A Bit About What Happens, Or Rather Doesn't Happen, I May Lose A Little Of The Sense Of Isolation And Desolation Which Abides With Me. My Circumstances Allowing Of Nothing But The Ejaculation Of One-syllabled Reflections, A Written Monologue By That Most Interesting Being, Myself, May Have Its Yet To Be Discovered Consolations.