That's all life is - something childish and very natural. Isn't it?

Letters are the real curse of my existence. I hate to write them: I have to. If I don't, there they are - the great guilty gates barring my way.

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

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.

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

I really only have Perfect Fun with myself. Other people won't stop and look at the things I want to look at or, if they do, they stop to please me or to humor me or to keep the peace.

I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.