Clearly money has something to do with life.
Life is first boredom, then fear.
How little our careers express what lies in us, and yet how much time they take up. It's sad, really.
Depression hangs over me as if I were Iceland.
And immediately Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
You have to distinguish between things that seemed odd when they were new but are now quite familiar, such as Ibsen and Wagner, and things that seemed crazy when they were new and seem crazy now, like 'Finnegans Wake' and Picasso.