and never really thought I'd amount to anything. It was precisely what I wanted the whole world to think; then I could sneak in, if that's what they wanted, and sneak out again, which I did.

No matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

Always pull back-and see how silly we must look to God.

Rather, I think one should write, as nearly as possible, as if he were the first person on earth and was humbly and sincerly putting on paper that which he saw and experienced and loved and lost; what his passing thoughts were and his sorrows and desires.

I clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones?

Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.