We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by hate.

The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering all over and then I would feel it rising up in me again, and the glittering white torture chamber tiles under my feet and over my head and all four sides closed in and squeezed me to pieces.

And you grit your teeth, despising yourself for your tremulous sensitivity, and wondering how human beings can suffer their individualities to be mercilessly crushed under a machinelike dictatorship, be it of industry, state or organization, all their lives long.

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

Apparently, the most difficult feat for a Cambridge male is to accept a woman not merely as feeling, not merely as thinking, but as managing a complex, vital interweaving of both.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.