I got out this diary, & read as one always does read one's own writing, with a kind of guilty intensity.

I don't believe that you can possibly separate expression from thought in an imaginative work. The better a thing is expressed, the more completely it is thought.

There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable.

With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon the massy wall of time, which is forever lifting and pulling and letting fresh spaces of life in upon us. May it be mine to taste the moment before it has spread itself over the rest of the world! Let me taste the newest and the freshest.

Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.

Thus Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Douglas and Mr. Joyce partly spoil their books for women readers by their display of self-conscious virility; and Mr. Hemingway, but much less violently, follows suit.

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.