Oh and I thought, as i was dressing, how interesting it would be to describe the approach of age, and the gradual coming of death. As people describe love. To note every symptom of failure: but why failure? To treat age as an experience that is different from the others; and to detect every one of the gradual stages towards death which is a tremendous experience, an not as unconscious, at least in its approaches, as death is.

... the transaction between a writer and the spirit of the age is one of infinite delicacy, and upon a nice arrangement between the two the whole fortune of his works depend.

To be nothing - is that not, after all, the most satisfactory fact in the whole world?

what she loved: life, London, this moment of june.

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

There are no teachers, saints, prophets, good people, but the artists.

Incessant company is as bad as solitary confinement.