Do you know what a pearl is and what an opal is? My soul when you came sauntering to me first through those sweet summer evenings was beautiful but with the pale passionless beauty of a pearl. Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal, that is, full of strange uncertain hues and colours, of warm lights and quick shadows and of broken music.

In the particular is contained the universal.

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.

Ineluctable modality of the visible; at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read.

(...) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

Too excited to be genuinely happy