Commitment Is An Act, Not A Word.

Who Can Exhaust A Man? Who Knows A Man's Resources?

All Human Actions Are Equivalent... And All Are On Principle Doomed To Failure.

I Exist, That Is All, And I Find It Nauseating.

I Do Not Feel That I Am The Product Of Chance, A Speck Of Dust In The Universe, But Someone Who Was Expected, Prepared, Prefigured. In Short, A Being Whom Only A Creator Could Put Here; And This Idea Of A Creating Hand Refers To God.

When She Is Alone In The Rooms I Hear Her Humming To Keep Herself From Thinking.