England is merely an island of beef swimming in a warm gulf stream of gravy.

I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.

Perhaps it does not matter so very much what it is one loves in this world. But love something one must.

We can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough. But the tremendous effort needed- one doesn't always want to make it-does one? ... But what else can be done? What's the alternative? What do you want most to do? That's what I have to keep asking myself, in the face of difficulties.

As in the physical world, so in the spiritual world, pain does not last forever.

Who is to decide between 'Let it be' and 'Force it'?

I want so to live that I work with my hands and my feeling and my brain. I want a garden, a small house, grass, animals, books, pictures, music. And out of this, the expression of this, I want to be writing (Though I may write about cabmen. That’s no matter.) But warm, eager, living life — to be rooted in life — to learn, to desire, to feel, to think, to act. This is what I want. And nothing less. That is what I must try for.