My Dreams Are All Follies.

The Nature Of Human Beings Never Changes; It Is Immutable. The Present Generation Of Children And The Present Generation Of Young Adults From The Age Of Thirteen To Eighteen Is, Therefore, No Different From That Of Their Great-great-grandparents. Political Fads Come And Go; Theories Rise And Fall; The Scientific 'truth' Of Today Becomes The Discarded Error Of Tomorrow.

No Woman Has Ever Been An Authentic Genius Of The Stature Of Men, But That Does Not Enrage Me

I Am Not Alone At All, I Thought. I Was Never Alone At All. And That, Of Course, Is The Message Of Christmas. We Are Never Alone. Not When The Night Is Darkest, The Wind Coldest, The World Seemingly Most Indifferent. For This Is Still The Time God Chooses.

It Is Not Always Wise To Appear Singular.

I Shudder At The Very Thought Of Being Born Again Into This World. Life To Me . . . Has Been A Monstrous, Painful, Agonizing Affair, And The Idea Of Repeating Such An Existence - Even If Better In A Way - Is Horrifying To Me. . . . I Gratefully Look Forward To Oblivion, But I Must Be Sure Of It.