But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.
When anything gets freed, a zest goes round the world.
Agony without genius was gaucherie.
This is my answer to the gap between ideas and action - I will write it out.
perhaps there's no sharper spur to meditation than answered prayer.
I get up and I have coffee and I speak to no man and I go to my desk.