A FEATHER. A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.
I love my love with a b because she is peculiar.
It takes a heap of loafing to write a book.
I think one is naturally impressed by anything having a beginning a middle and an ending when one is beginning writing and that it is a natural thing because when one is emerging from adolescence, which is really when one first begins writing one feels that one would not have been one emerging from adolescence if there had not been a beginning and a middle and an ending to anything.
After all everybody, that is, everybody who writes is interested in living inside themselves in order to tell what is inside themselves. That is why writers have to have two countries, the one where they belong and the one in which they live really. The second one is romantic, is is separate from themselves, it is not real but it is really there.
It is extraordinary that when you are acquainted with a whole family you can forget about them.
Every adolescent has that dream every century has that dream every revolutionary has that dream, to destroy the family.
Disillusionment in living is finding that no one can really ever be agreeing with you completely in anything.
The deepest thing in any one is the conviction of the bad luck that follows boasting.
It is funny that men who are supposed to be scientific cannot get themselves to realise the basic principle of physics, that action and reaction are equal and opposite, that when you persecute people you always rouse them to be strong and stronger.
Supposing everyone lived at one time what would they say. They would observe that stringing string beans is universal.
Do not forget birthdays. This is in no way a propaganda for a larger population.
You'll be old and you never lived, and you kind of feel silly to lie down and die and to never have lived, to have been a job chaser and never have lived.
I don't envisage collectivism. There is no such animal, it is always individualism, sometimes the rest vote and sometimes they do not, and if they do they do and if they do not they do not.
What is music. A passion for colonies not a love of country.
Nature is commonplace. Imitation is more interesting.
Communists are people who fancied that they had an unhappy childhood.
Considering how dangerous everything is, nothing is really very frightening.
Counting is the religion of this generation it is its hope and its salvation.
Everybody thinks that this civilization has lasted a very long time but it really does take very few grandfathers' granddaughters to take us back to the dark ages.
