It seems to me that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and, also, scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald (I believe that is how he spells his name) seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.

Father said conflict develops the character

A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.

I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.

I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself