[Final diary entry:] Occupation is essential. And now with some pleasure I find that it's seven; and must cook dinner. Haddock and sausage meat. I think it is true that one gains a certain hold on sausage and haddock by writing them down.

Each had his own business to think of. Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title.

After all, what is a lovely phrase? One that has mopped up as much Truth as it can hold.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

Let us record the atoms as they fall upon the mind in the order in which they fall.

The way to write well is to live intensely.

These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.