September is different from all other months. It is more magical. I feel the strange chemical change in the earth which produces mushrooms is the cause, too, of the extra 'life' in the air - a resilience, a sparkle.

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

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

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'?

Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to be a writer can afford to indulge in it.

September is different from all other months. It is more magical. I feel the strange chemical change in the earth which produces mushrooms is the cause, too, of the extra 'life' in the air - a resilience, a sparkle.