Strange, Isn't It, That No Chemical Will

Good Things Happen To Those Who Hustle.

The Period Without The Diary Remains An Ordeal. Every Evening I Want My Diary As One Wants Opium.

Nowhere Is Inhumanity More Revealed Than In Hospitals.

I Can Elect Something I Love And Absorb Myself In It.

Three Or Four Threads May Be Agitated, Like Telegraph Wires, At The Same Time, And If I Were To Tap Them All I Would Reveal Such A Mixture Of Innocence And Duplicity, Generosity And Calculation, Fear And Courage, I Cannot Tell The Whole Truth Simply Because I Would Have To Write Four Journals At Once.