I Have Really Sinned. I Am Going

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

People's Clothes Ought To Be Buried With Them.

Everything In The Least Connected With Him Has Value For Me; If Someone Even Mentions His Name It Is Like A Little Present To Me-and I Long To Mention It Myself

Thinking Of Death--strange, Beautiful, Terrible And A Long Way Off--made Me Feel Happier Than Ever.

It Is Rather Exciting To Write By Moonlight.