I Am Fierce For Work. Without Work

I Am Much Perturbed By This Business Of Sickness. Our Bodies Seem So Easily To Leap Into The Saddle Where Our Minds Should Be. People Who Are Ill Become Changelings.

I Advise Nobody To Drown Sorrow In Cocoa. It Is Bad For The Figure And It Does Not Alleviate The Sorrow.

Really, Trees Are Nearly As Important As Men, And Much Better Behaved.

Why, Why, When One Writes, Does A Sort Of Shackle Bind One's Imagination? I Become Conscious Of A Deadening Mediocrity, Perhaps A Form Of Mental Cowardice, And I Long To Break Free, To Let My Imagination Take Wings. It Doesn't - Yet.

Nature Is Not Silent, And Never Was A Name More Derisively Inappropriate Than When We Speak Of These Non-human Creatures Who Hoot And Crow And Bray As The Dumb Animals.