I Am Irritated By My Own Writing.

What Is Glory? It Is To Have A Lot Of Nonsense Talked About You.

The Deplorable Mania Of Doubt Exhausts Me. I Doubt About Everything, Even My Doubts.

But The Disparaging Of Those We Love Always Alienates Us From Them To Some Extent. We Must Not Touch Our Idols; The Gilt Comes Off In Our Hands.

In Her Enthusiasms She Had Always Looked For Something Tangible: She Had Always Loved Church For Its Flowers, Music For Its Romantic Words, Literature For Its Power To Stir The Passions And She Rebelled Before The Mysteries Of Faith Just As She Grew Ever More Restive Under Discipline, Which Was Antipathetic To Her Nature.

You Need A High Degree Of Corruption Or A Very Big Heart To Love Absolutely Everything