I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.

I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write

Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.

No, no the mind I love must still have wild places - a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown litde wood, the chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with those litde flowers planted by the wind.

I want, by understanding myself, to understand others.

But one day we shall be rich, and the next poor. One day we shall dine in a palace and the next we'll sit in a forest and toast mushrooms on a hatpin.

I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.