What do we do now, now that we are happy?

The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.

An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.

I did not want to write, but I had to resign myself to it in the end.

To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

I have my faults, but changing my tune is not one of them.