My only defense is the acquisition of vocabulary.

Now is a time for, dare I say it, kindness. I thought being extremely smart would take care of it. But I see I have been found out.

The attention was flattering. For the first five minutes. Now I know how poems feel.

The atmosphere at my school was very competitive. Young girls were competing with each other every day for status, for leadership, for the affection of the teachers. I hated it.

More fun than a frog in a glass of milk.

Of course, if you assume a big enough conspiracy, you can explain anything, including the cosmos itself.

A man who cannot command himself will always be a slave.

Seldom, if ever, does wisdom come, shall we punish it if it comes late?

To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!

Men of genius are not quick judges of character. Deep thinking and high imagining blunt that trivial instinct by which you and I size people up.

There is a certain kind of pleasure in weeping.

My point is that death is more tragic than life, than any life, because every life has hope of some kind.

I'm trying to be slightly happier with myself. No one really wants to be miserable all the time.