My Doubts Stand In A Circle Around

Writing Is A Deeper Sleep Than Death. Just As One Wouldn't Pull A Corpse From Its Grave, I Can't Be Dragged From My Desk At Night.

There Are Times When I Am Convinced I Am Unfit For Any Human Relationship.

How Pathetically Scanty My Self-knowledge Is Compared With, Say, My Knowledge Of My Room. There Is No Such Thing As Observation Of The Inner World, As There Is Of The Outer World.

There Is A Down-and-outness Under True Knowledge And A Childlike Happy Arising From It.

In The Struggle Between Yourself And The World Second The World.