To Lie, Of Course, Is To Engender

People Living Deeply Have No Fear Of Death.

Dreams Pass Into The Reality Of Action. From The Actions Stems The Dream Again; And This Interdependence Produces The Highest Form Of Living.

A Leaf Fluttered In Through The Window This Morning, As If Supported By The Rays Of The Sun, A Bird Settled On The Fire Escape, Joy In The Task Of Coffee, Joy Accompanied Me As I Walked.

I Needed To Live, But I Also Needed To Record What I Lived.

The Period Without The Diary Remains An Ordeal. Every Evening I Want My Diary As One Wants Opium.