Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life,

How Rarely Can Happiness Be Really Innocent And Not Triumphant, Not An Insult To The Deprived.

What A Test That Is: More Than Devotion, Admiration, Passion. If You Long And Long For Someone’s Company You Love Them.

We Must Live By The Light Of Our Own Self-satisfaction, Through That Secret Vital Busy Inwardness Which Is Even More Remarkable Than Our Reason.

Reading And Writing And The Preservation Of Language And Its Forms And The Kind Of Eloquence And The Kind Of Beauty Which The Language Is Capable Of Is Terribly Important To The Human Beings Because This Is Connected To Thought.

Freedom Is Not Choosing; That Is Merely The Move That We Make When All Is Already Lost. Freedom Is Knowing And Understanding And Respecting Things Quite Other Than Ourselves.