It's no good. I've been trying to sleep for the last half-hour, and I can't. Writing here is a sort of drug. It's the only thing I look forward to. This afternoon I read what I wrote... And it seemed vivid. I know it seems vivid because my imagination fills in all the bits another person wouldn't understand. I mean, it's vanity. But it seems a sort of magic... And I just can't live in this present. I would go mad if I did

There cannot be any true leisure until all the world possesses it equally.

How can one build a better self unless on the ruins of the old?

Always we try to put the wild in a cage.

The ordinary man is the curse of civilization.

The best wines take the longest to mature.

Greece is like a mirror. It makes you suffer. Then you learn.' To live alone?' To live. With what you are.