You have to learn to do everything, even to die.
What is the use of being a little boy if you are growing up to be a man.
The times are so peculiar now, so mediaeval so unreasonable that for the first time in a hundred years truth is really stranger than fiction. Any truth.
Writing and reading is to me synonymous with existing.
I wish that I was where I am.
Hope in gates, hope in spoons, hope in doors, hope in tables, no hope in daintiness and determination. Hope in dates.