I promote my own self-hatred.
The healthfull man can give counsell to the sick.
Prayer should be the key of the day and the lock of the night.
He that hath not the craft, let him shut up shop.
A discontented man knowes not where to sit easie.
He that commits a fault, thinkes every one speakes of it. [He that commits a fault thinks everyone speaks of it. ]
Thou who hast given so much to me, give me one more thing. . . a grateful heart!
It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are. . . than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise.
The author portrays himself in every line he writes and portrayal is always betrayal.
The general impression is that fifteen year-old Dolly remains morbidly uninterested in sexual matters, or to be exact, represses her curiosity in order to save her ignorance and self-dignity.
Sometimes I go, “What am I doing with my life?” But then I get letters from young women, or people come up to me, and they say, “You’ve made such a difference to my confidence. ” And that is a good thing. I should read more fan mail though. I’m crap at responding.