Read In Order To Live.

Human Speech Is Like A Cracked Kettle On Which We Tap Crude Rhythms For Bears To Dance To, While We Long To Make Music That Will Melt The Stars.

One Day, I Shall Explode Like An Artillery Shell And All My Bits Will Be Found On The Writing Table.

For Some Men, The Stronger Their Desire, The More Difficult It Is For Them To Act.

You Forget Everything. The Hours Slip By. You Travel In Your Chair Through Centuries You Seem Seem To See Before You, Your Thoughts Are Caught Up In The Story, Dallying With The Details Or Following The Course Of The Plot, You Enter Into Characters, So That It Seems As If It Were Your Own Heart Beating Beneath Their Costumes.

But An Infinity Of Passions Can Be Contained In A Minute, Like A Crowd In A Tiny Space.