Things were not tragic for us then, because although we cared passionately we didn't care deeply.

I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. Oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly.You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.

To hope for Paradise is to live in Paradise, a very different thing from actually getting there.

It isn't that I don't like sweet disorder, but it has to be judiciously arranged.

Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens, When I have no engagements written on my block, When no one comes to disturb my inward peace, When no one comes to take me away from myself And turn me into a patchwork, a jig-saw puzzle, A broken mirror that once gave a whole reflection, Being so contrived that it takes too long a time To get myself back to myself when they have gone.

I worshipped dead men for their strength, Forgetting I was strong.

however many resolutions one makes, one's pen, like water, always finds its own level, and one can't write in any way other than one's own.