I never know when I sit down, just what I am going to write. I make no plan; it just comes, and I don't know where it comes from.

the more i live, the more i realize what strange creatures human beings are. some of them might just as well have a hundred legs, like a centipede, or six, like a lobster. the human consistency and dignity one has been led to expect from one's fellow-man seem actually non-existent. one doubts if they exist to any startling degree even in oneself.

You can have your cake and eat it. But my God, it will go rotten inside you.

Most men have a deadness in them that frightens me so because of my own deadness. Why can't men get their life straight, like St.Mawr, and then think? Why can't they think quick, mother: quick as a woman: only farther than we do?

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.

All that we know is nothing, we are merely crammed wastepaper baskets, unless we are in touch with that which laughs at all our knowing.

Freedom is a very great reality, but it means above all things, freedom from lies.