If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

There is nothing so expensive, really, as a big, well-developed, full-bodied preconception.

Besides, my life is a catastrophe. It's a catastrophe to be without a voice.

Once in everyone's life there is apt to be a period when he is fully awake, instead of half-asleep.