āWhat am I doing here in this endless winter?ā
āThere will be no proof that I ever was a writer.ā
āTyranny or slavery, born of selfishness, are the two educational methods of parents; all gradations of tyranny or slavery.ā
āWe all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.ā
āLife is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often ā and in my inmost self perhaps all the time ā I doubt whether I am a human being.ā
āPalestine needs earth, but it does not need lawyers.ā
āAll dark and comfortless.ā
āO wretched state! o bosom black as death!ā
āTired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn.ā