I worshipped dead men for their strength, forgetting I was strong.
Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this.
Travel is the most private of pleasures. There is no greater bore than the travel bore. We do not in the least want to hear what he has seen in Hong Kong.
So prodigal was I of youth Forgetting I was young I worshipped dead men for their strength Forgetting I was strong.
And still the strange meaningless conversations continue, and I wonder more and more at the fabric which nets the world together, so that anything which I do finally incubate out of my system into words will quite certainly be about solitude. Solitude and the desirability of it, if one is to achieve anything like continuity in life, is the one idea I find in the resounding vacancy which is my head.
...How I adore you and want you. You can't know how much...I love belonging to you-- I glory in it, that you alone have bent me to your will, shattered my self-possession, robbed me of my mystery, and made me yours, so that away from you I am nothing but a useless puppet, an empty husk.
What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.
I believe that the main thing in beginning a novel is to feel, not that you can write it, but that it exists on the far side of a gulf, which words can't cross; that its to be pulled through only in a breathless anguish. [VW]
Laughter is ever young whereas tragedy except the very highest of all quickly becomes haggard.
Ambition old as mankind the immemorial weakness of the strong.