I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on longer in these terrible times. I shan't recover this time. I hear voices and cannot concentrate on my work. I have fought against it but cannot fight any longer.

Use words that soak up life.

To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.

They went in and out of each other's minds without any effort.

Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions──a walk, a talk, solitude in one’s own orchard──can be enhanced and lit up by the association of the mind. Beauty is everywhere, and beauty is only two finger’s-breadth from goodness.

Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning?

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.