Better to write twaddle, anything, than nothing at all.

we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves.

How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?

if one really does try to find out why it is that people don't leave each other, one discovers a mystery. It is because they can't; they are bound. And nobody on earth knows what are the bonds that bind them except those two.

That is the fearful part of having been near death. One knows how easy it is to die. The barriers that are up for everybody else are down for you, and you've only to slip through.

Do the hardest thing on earth for you. ACT YOURSELF.

Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are worth living for.