My God, what a clumsy olla putrida James Joyce is! Nothing but old fags and cabbage stumps of quotations from the Bible and the rest, stewed in the juice of deliberate, journalistic dirty-mindedness—what old and hard-worked staleness, masquerading as the all-new!

She had borne so long the cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.

Sleep seems to hammer out for me the logical conclusions of my vague days, and offer them to me as dreams.

Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling.

I am in love - and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.

When each thing is unique in itself, there can be no comparison made.... There is only this strange recognition of present otherness.

Give up bearing children and bear hope and love and devotion to those already born.