It Is Wiser To Be Conventionally Immoral

Energy Had Fastened Upon Her Like A Disease.

. . . This Rage - I Have Never Forgotten It - Contained Every Anger, Every Revolt I Had Ever Felt In My Life - The Way I Felt When I Saw The Black Dog Hunted, The Way I Felt When I Watched Old Uncle Henry Taken Away To The Almshouse, The Way I Felt Whenever I Had Seen People Or Animals Hurt For The Pleasure Or Profit Of Others.

There Is No State Of Satisfaction, Because To Himself No Man Is A Success.

Happiness Is A Hardy Annual.

I Revolted From Sentimentality, Less Because It Was False Than Because It Was Cruel.