"I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow."

"I wish I could write as I feel—no, I mean as I feel in the day-time—for at night I feel like a demon."

"I am not mad; I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw."

"The unpardonable sin is to be a bore."

"I call to mind flatness and dampness; and then all is madness - the madness of a memory which busies itself among forbidden things."