Introspection Is A Devouring Monster.

Pain Is Something To Master, Not To Wallow In.

There Are Very Few Human Beings Who Receive The Truth, Complete And Staggering, By Instant Illumination. Most Of Them Acquire It Fragment By Fragment, On A Small Scale, By Successive Developments, Cellularly, Like A Laborious Mosaic.

I Am Aware Of Being In A Beautiful Prison, From Which I Can Only Escape By Writing.

My Trunk, Valises And My Mind Are Overpacked.

To Think Of Him In The Middle Of The Day Lifts Me Out Of Ordinary Living.