music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts.

Dear Mother, I am getting on nicely in my work at the bank, and like it ... I want to find out something about the science of money while I am at it; it is an extraordinarily interesting subject.

At the still point, there the dance is.

What profession is more trying than that of author? After you finish a piece of work it only seems good to you for a few weeks; or if it seems good at all you are convinced that it is the last you will be able to write; and if it seems bad you wonder whether everything you have done isn’t poor stuff really; and it is one kind of agony while you are writing, and another kind when you aren’t.

All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.

Sand. Everywhere. In the bed, in the shower, all over the floor. Grrrrr.

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.