Anticipation of pleasure is a pleasure in itself.

And another day is tucked under my wing.

Is it the realization that people recently psychoanalyzed tend to be dreadful bores which makes the U.S.A. army reject them for the draft?

I wasn't educated. I was very lucky.

Young people are careless of their virginity; one day they may have it and the next not.

It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.

Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.