I Wonder Whether If I

What One Reads, Or Rather All That Comes To Us, Is Surely Only Of Interest And Value In Proportion As We Find Ourselves Therein, -- Form Given To What Was Vague, What Slumbered Stirred To Life.

Notwithstanding The Poverty Of My Outside Experience, I Have Always Had A Significance For Myself, And Every Chance To Stumle Along My Straight And Narrow Little Path, And To Worship At The Feet Of My Deity, And What More Can A Human Soul Ask For?

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

When Will Women Begin To Have The First Glimmer That Above All Other Loyalties Is The Loyalty Totruth, I.e., To Yourself, That Husband, Children, Friends And Countryare As Nothing To That.

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.