Colour is, on the evidence of language alone, very bound up with the feelings.

Colour is, on the evidence of language alone, very bound up with the feelings.

Once you assume your right to interfere in other people's problems they become in some ways more of a worry than your own, for with your own you can at least do what you think best, but other people always show such a persistent tendency to do the wrong thing.

There seemed to be endless obstacles - it seemed that the root cause of them all was fear.

Like a fierce wind roaring high up in the bare branches of trees, a wave of passion came over me, aimless but surging . . . I suppose it's lust, but it's awful and holy like thunder and lightning and the wind.

It's weak and despicable to go on wanting things and not trying to get them.

I used to worry about what life was for - now being alive seems sufficient reason.