Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.

Pretty soon, the only doubt in my mind was the precise time and method of committing suicide. The only alternative I could see was an eternity of hell for the rest of my life in a mental hospital, and I was going to use my last ounce of free choice and choose a quick clean ending.

After all, we are nothing more or less than we choose to reveal.

But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.

I must say that I am not very genteel and I feel that gentility has a stranglehold: the neatness, the wonderful tidiness, which is so evident everywhere in England is perhaps more dangerous than it would appear on the surface.

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.