Childish Fantasy, Like The Sheath Over The

[a Writer] Should Try Not To Be Too Far, Personally, Below The Level Of His Work.

Imagination Of My Kind Is Most Caught, Most Fired, Most Worked Upon By The Unfamiliar: I Have Thrivenon The Changes And Chances, The Dislocations Andcontrasts Which Have Made Up So Much Of My Life.

Almost Everybody Wore A Curious Limpidity Of Expression, Like Newborn Babies Or Souls Just After Death. Dazed But Curiously Dignified.... After A Criseof Hysterical Revulsion And Tiredness, I Passed Beyondand Became Entered By A Rather Sublime Feeling.

Silences Can Be As Different As Sounds.

Reason Can Never Reconcile One To Life: Nothing Allays The Wants One Cannot Explain.