This, my first [bicycle] had an intrinsic beauty. And it opened for me an era of all but flying, which roads emptily crossing theairy, gold-gorsy Common enhanced. Nothing since has equalled that birdlike freedom.
But to be quite oneself one must first waste a little time.
to leap is not only to leap, it is to hit the ground somewhere.
nothing is more restful than conformity.
Autumn arrives in the early morning.
Each of us keeps, battened down inside himself, a sort of lunatic giant; impossible socially, but full scale; and it's the knockings and battering we sometimes hear in each other that keep our banter from utter banality.