I was not always free from melancholy; but even melancholy had its charms.
Is not sorrow, all sorrow, selfish?
Wherever I am, I see the yoke on women in some form or another. On some it sits easy for they are but beasts of burden. On others pride hushes them to silence; no complaint is made for they scorn pity or sympathy. On some it galls and chafes; they feel assured by every instinct of their nature that they were designed for a higher, nobler calling than to 'drag life's lengthening chain along.
Girls are taught to seem, to appear - not to be and do.
Some flowers give out little or no odour until crushed.
[On her recently widowed father's much younger wife:] My father has been very busy in conjugating the verb to love, and I assure you he declines its moods and tenses inimitably.
Well actually I'm not a man but a carrot. The band was eating salads one day and a carrot fell off of the salad bar onto a microphone and the band realized that they had just discovered something brilliant. Me.
You know, in addition to your mind-reading abilities, I may have absorbed some sluttiness from your blood.
But what matter whether I was born or not, have lived or not, am dead or merely dying. I shall go on doing as I have always done, not knowing what it is I do, nor who I am, nor where I am, nor if I am.
We should take good care of the domestic animals we have brought into existence until they die. We should stop bringing more domestic animals into existence.