I dressed and went for a walk - determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer.
I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.
And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, With eyes as wise, but kindlier, and lips as soft, but true, and I dare say she will do.
It's all a terrible tragedy. And yet, in it's details, it's great fun. And - apart from the tragedy - I've never felt happier or better in my life than in those days in Belgium.
In your arms was still delight, Quiet as a street at night; And thoughts of you, I do remember, Were green leaves in a darkened chamber, Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.
The evolutionist thesis has become more stringently unthinkable than ever before.
The popularity of conspiracy theories is explained by people's desire to believe that there is - some group of folks who know what they're doing
Abused as we abuse it at present, dramatic art is in no sense cathartic; it is merely a form of emotional masturbation.
Knowing what I know of love, I hang back because I don't like to lie to myself.