To Long For Everything: Sorrow; To Accept

I Want, By Understanding Myself, To Understand Others.

To Long For Everything: Sorrow; To Accept Everything: Joy.

Better To Write Twaddle, Anything, Than Nothing At All.

Tidied All My Papers. Tore Up And Ruthlessly Destroyed Much. This Is Always A Great Satisfaction.

Now's The Time When Children's Noses All Become As Red As Roses And The Colour Of Their Faces Makes Me Think Of Orchard Places Where The Juicy Apples Grow, And Tomatoes In A Row.