Since the war nothing is so really frightening not the dark not alone in a room or anything on a road or a dog or a moon but two things, yes, indigestion and high places they are frightening.

Name any name and then remember everybody you ever knew who bore that name. Are they all alike. I think so.

This joy you feel is life.

I really do know that it can be done and if it can be done why do it...

As there was never any question there was never any answer.

Supposing everyone lived at one time what would they say. They would observe that stringing string beans is universal.

Melanctha Herbert was always losing what she had in all the things she saw. Melanctha was always being left when she was not leaving others. Melanctha Herbert always loved too hard and much too often. She was always full with mystery and subtle movements and denials and vague distrusts and complicated disillusions. Then Melanctha would be sudden and impulsive and unbounded in some faith, and then she would suffer and be strong in her repression. Melanctha Herbert was always seeking rest and quiet and always she could only find new ways to be in trouble.