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

Peace was the third emotion. Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotions made the ply of human life.

To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away.

Suppose the looking glass smashes, the image disappears, and the romantic figure with the green of forest depths all about it is there no longer, but only that shell of a person which is seen by other people - what an airless, shallow, bald, prominent world it becomes! A world not to be lived in. As we face each other in omnibuses and underground railways we are looking into the mirror that accounts for the vagueness, the gleam of glassiness, in our eyes.

I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.

The habit of writing for my eye is good practice. It loosens the ligaments.

But what a little I can get down into my pen of what is so vivid to my eyes, and not only to my eyes; also to some nervous fibre, or fanlike membrane in my species.