And what is happy? It is a going always on. There is something better to be done than I have done, and spurred by the fair delusion of progress, I will seek to progress, to whip myself on, to more and more- to learning. Always.
Sylvia PlathThe one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words.
Sylvia PlathIf I didn't think, I'd be much happier; if I didn't have any sex organs, I wouldn't waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.
Sylvia Plath