Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary. That Is

People Avenge Themselves For The Favors Done Them.

Poor People Never, Or Hardly Ever, Ask For An Explanation Of All They Have To Put Up With. They Hate One Another, And Content Themselves With That.

The Sadness Of The World Has Different Ways Of Getting To People, But It Seems To Succeed Almost Every Time.

The Plain Truth, I May As Well Admit It, Is That I've Never Been Really Right In The Head.

This Instinctive Repulsion Which Tradespeople Inspire In Men Of Sensitive Feeling Is One Of The Very Rare Consolations For Being So Impoverished Which Are Given To Those Of Us Who Don’t Sell Anything To Anybody.