People Who Understand Everything Get No Stories.

I'm In Good Form, Taking No Interest In Things, Neglecting Clothes, Meals, Company, And Feeling Calm And Stable As I Write.

Schoenberg Is Too Melodious For Me, Too Sweet.

Spring Is Noticed, If At All By People Sitting In Railway Trains.

Recently My Fingers Have Developed A Prejudice Against Comparatives. They All Follow This Pattern: A Squirrel Is Smaller Than A Tree; A Bird Is More Musical Than A Tree. Each Of Us Is The Strongest One In His Or Her Own Skin. Characteristics Should Take Off Their Hats To One Another, Instead Of Spitting In Each Other's Faces.

Love Is The Wish To Give, Not To Receive.