My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.

I am volatile for one, rigid for another, angular as an icicle in silver, or voluptuous as a candle flame in gold.

and even a tea party means apprehension, breakage

Different though the sexes are, they inter-mix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is very opposite of what it is above.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

We seem to be riding on the top of the highest mast of the tallest ship; and yet at the same time we know that nothing of this sort matters; love is not proved thus, nor great achievements completed thus; so that we sport with the moment and preen our feathers in it lightly.

So coming back from a journey, or after an illness, before habits had spun themselves across the surface, one felt that same unreality, which was so startling; felt something emerge. Life was most vivid then.