Theories then are dangerous things.

I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.

I prefer men to cauliflowers

I will dream today; for I must unscrew my head somehow.

But what is more to the point is my belief that the habit of writing thus for my own eye only is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. Never mind the misses and the stumbles.

Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day

To communicate is our chief business; society and friendship our chief delights; and reading, not to acquire knowledge, not to earn a living, but to extend our intercourse beyond our own time and province.