Lost Time Is Like A Run In

Nothing Feeds The Center Of Being So Much As Creative Work.

I Want A Singleness Of Eye, A Purity Of Intention, A Central Core To My Life That Will Enable Me To Carry Out These Obligations And Activities As Well As I Can.

Woman Can Best Refind Herself By Losing Herself In Some Kind Of Creative Activity Of Her Own.

I Find The Weight Of Air/almost Too Great To Bear.

I Must Write It All Out, At Any Cost. Writing Is Thinking. It Is More Than Living, For It Is Being Conscious Of Living.