I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.

For is it not possible that middle age can be looked upon as a period of second flowering, second growth, even a kind of second adolescence? It is true that society in general does not help one accept this interpretation of the second half of life.

The web of marriage is made by propinquity, in the day to day living side by side, looking outward in the same direction. It is woven in space and in time of the substance of life itself.

Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.

I must write it all out, at any cost. Writing is thinking. It is more than living, for it is being conscious of living.

For it is not merely the trivial which clutters our lives but the important as well

Fame separates you from life.