Even though you've given up a past it hasn't given you up. It comes uninvited - and sometimes half welcome.

I go about in the world - free, busy, happy. Among people, I have no time to think of myself.

The facts of another's life do not illumine. Only when we know the heart can we know that life. Only the feeling that made the days can light them.

But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert it and walk right off from the dead thing to the live thing - ?

We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.

What is a clock? Something agreed upon and arbitrarily imposed upon us. Standard time. Not true time. Symbolizing the whole standardization of our lives.

Some days are happy days - of themselves, as if for their own sakes. They seem to be enjoying themselves, regardless of what use may be made of them.