It Is So Comic To

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

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

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

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.

Truly Nothing Is To Be Expected Except For The Unexpected.