Winter is a terrible time for thin people - terrible! Why should it hound them down, fasten on them, worry them so? Why not, for a change, take a nip, take a snap at the fat ones who wouldn't notice? But no! It is sleek, warm, cat-like summer that makes the fat one's life a misery. Winter is all for bones.

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

I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.

To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.

I am treating you as my friend, asking you to share my present minuses in the hope that I can ask you to share my future plusses.

I adore Life. What do all the fools matter and all the stupidity. They do matter but somehow for me they cannot touch the body of Life. Life is marvellous. I want to be deeply rooted in it - to live - to expand - to breathe in it - to rejoice - to share it. To give and to be asked for Love.

The late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.