The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.

I was constantly watching myself, my secret self, as dependent on my actions as my own personality

We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness

You can t, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty. And least of all can you condemn an artist pursuing, however humbly and imperfectly, a creative aim. In that interior world where his thought and his emotions go seeking for the experience of imagined adventures, there are no policemen, no law, no pressure of circumstance or dread of opinion to keep him within bounds. Who then is going to say Nay to his temptations if not his conscience?

All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.

Watching a coast as it slips by the ship is like thinking about an enigma. There it is before you, smiling, frowning, inviting, grand, mean, insipid, or savage, and always mute with an air of whispering, "Come and find out".

As to honor - you know - it's a very fine mediaeval inheritance which women never got hold of. It wasn't theirs.