Let us record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fall, let us trace the pattern, however disconnected and incoherent in appearance, which each sight or incident scores upon the consciousness. Let us not take it for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.

The future is dark, which is the best thing the future can be, I think.

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form of a human being. If we seek to know him, are we idly occupied?

My mind works in idleness. To do nothing is often my most profitable way.

In marriage a little licence, a little independence there must be between people living together day in and day out in the same house.

Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections.