I Want To Be Pure In Heart

How One Hates To Think Of Oneself As Alone. How One Avoids It. It Seems To Imply Rejection Or Unpopularity.

# "i Saw The Most Beautiful Cat Today. It Was Sitting By The Side Of The Road, Its Two Front Feet Neatly And Graciously Together. Then It Gravely Swished Around Its Tail To Completely Encircle Itself. It Was So Fit And Beautifully Neat, That Gesture, And So Self-satisfied, So Complacent.

For The Most Part, We, Who Could Choose Simplicity, Choose Complication.

I Must Write It All Out, At Any Cost. Writing Is Thinking. It Is More Than Living, For It Is Being Conscious Of Living.

What A Crippling Art Writing Is, No Body To It, No Craft, Really. It's All In The Mind And You Never See It Or Feel It -- Only Sometimes Hear It. It Uses Only Such A Small Part Of Man. I Wish I Were A Sculptor.