I think I am mad sometimes.

I dream too much, work too little.

The first time I saw a fingerbowl was at the home of my benefactress. [...] The water had a few cherry blossoms in it, and I thought it must be some clear sort of Japanese after-dinner soup and ate every bit of it, including the crisp little blossoms.

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.

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.