I [who] am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement.

... if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us to break her and bullyher, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.

For such will be our ruin if you, in the immensity of your public abstractions, forget the private figure, or if we in the intensity of our private emotions forget the public world. Both houses will be ruined, the public and the private, the material and the spiritual, for they are inseparably connected.

more and more I come to loathe any dominion of one over another; any leadership, any imposition of the will.

Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it.

Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover seeds of truth.

Use words that soak up life.