Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Truthfulness so often goes with ruthlessness.
Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.
... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.
Perhaps what you call conventionality, I call decency.
Oh, it is wonderful to wake up in the morning with things to look forward to!