We fat all creatures else to fat us and we fat ourselves for maggots.
Women's Lib? I couldn't stand it.
Why should my father know more dead than alive?
What person of intelligence could endure other rounds in this dreadful existence in this most dreadful world?
Though I am a Catholic, a professing one, I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.
Those who claim to have had happy lives seem to be silly fools.
Thirty wretched years were nothing but darkness and pain, and I had the urge to commit suicide and be done with it all.
There's nothing I want any more, nothing I care about any more.
There's no such thing as a past life or reincarnation.
There is no time to talk of legends.
The world is a penal institution.
The weight of ages seemed to have fallen from me.
The very idea of carrying my memory into eternity devastated me, and I took refuge in atheism.
The stalwart soul has the will to live and is eager for the race.
The reader must make his own judgments.
The moments of despair - every writer knows.
The feeble soul merely whines and complains.
Tell me that I don't have to go through another life like this one.
Tel Aviv appeals to me.
People are scared to death of dying. I am the opposite.
One of my grandsons used to insist, when he was only 3 or 4, that he had been born and had lived in India.