Stop feeling sorry for yourself and you will be happy.
And the truth of the matter is that death is a mystery to me. I have no opinion on the subject.
I heard the opening bar of 'Help' as I headed down Polk Street. Every single time I've heard that tune I've taken it as some message from God, a warning of things to come, a perfect description of my mashed-potato character
I'm a pessimist by nature. A pot head, but a pessimist.
After years of finding mathematics easy, I finally reached integral calculus and came up against a barrier. I realized that this was as far as I could go, and to this day I have never successfully gone beyond it in any but the most superficial way.
I care about strangers when they're abstractions, but I feel almost nothing when they're literally in front of me.
The case of Andrews is really a very bad one, as appears by the record already before me. Yet before receiving this I had orderedhis punishment commuted to imprisonmentand had so telegraphed. I did this, not on any merit in the case, but because I am trying to evade the butchering business lately.