Women are all the bloody sameyou can't love for five minutes without wanting it abolished in brats and house bloody wifery.

Absolute virtue is as sure to kill a man as absolute vice is, let alone the dullness of it and the pomposities of it.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

Personally of course I regret everything. Not a word, not a deed, not a thought, not a need, not a grief, not a joy, not a girl, not a boy, not a doubt, not a trust, not a scorn, not a lust, not a hope, not a fear, not a smile, not a tear, not a name, not a face, no time, no place...that I do not regret, exceedingly. An ordure, from beginning to end.

My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I don't understand how it can be endured.

I have nothing but wastes and wilds of self-translation before me for many miserable months to come.