The Mind I Love Must Have Wild

There Does Seem To Me Something Sad In Life. It Is Hard To Say What It Is. I Don't Mean The Sorrow That We All Know, Like Illness And Poverty And Death. No, It Is Something Different. It Is There, Deep Down, Deep Down, Part Of One, Like One's Breathing.

I Want, By Understanding Myself, To Understand Others.

The Late Evening Is The Time Of Times. Then With That Unearthly Beauty Before One It Is Not Hard To Realise How Far One Has To Go. To Write Something That Will Be Worthy Of That Rising Moon, That Pale Light.

What Do You Want Most To Do? That's What I Have To Keep Asking Myself, In The Face Of Difficulties.

I Have Such A Horror Of Telegrams That Ask Me How I Am!! I Always Want To Reply Dead.