Only there is so much that seems silly, useless, pitifully contemptible that I lose all patience.

Perhaps I need proper training in what Miss Spencer calls refinement; but why should I pretend to like what I don't like, and to believe what I don't believe?
Cannot one act a lie as well as speak one?
And is it no longer right to search after the truth ?" "I have always felt it was our duty to discover the truth wherever possible," he said, thoughtfully; "yet, I confess, the search is not fashionable, nor the earnest seeker popular." A little trill of laughter flowed from between her parted lips, but the sound was not altogether merry.
"Most certainly I am not.

They all scold me, and repeat with manifest horror the terrible things I say, being unconscious that they are evil.
Why should I suspect thoughts that come to me naturally?
I want to know, to understand.

I grope about in the dark.

It seems to me sometimes that this whole world is a mystery.