One has a greater sense of degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.

What a sense of superiority it gives one to escape reading some book which everyone else is reading.

The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?

I suppose one has a greater sense of intellectual degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.

How sick one gets of being 'good', how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours; embody selfishness.

Physical pain however great ends in itself and falls away like dry husks from the mind, whilst moral discords and nervous horrors sear the soul.