The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

Life if curious when reduced to its essentials

What you take to be hyprocrisy is sometimes a certain caution, sometimes genuine, though ponderous, childish, sometimes a mixture of both.

It is strange how sad it can be - sunlight in the afternoon, don't you think?

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.

There is always the other side, always.