Occupation: Writer Birth: October 14, 1888 Death: January 9, 1923
Life never become a habit to me. It's always a marvel..
I love the evening star. Does that sound foolish? I used to go into the backyard, after sunset, and wait for it until it shone above the dark gum tre….
The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books..
You have never been curious about me; you never wanted to explore my soul..
I want, by understanding myself, to understand others. I want to be all that I am capable of becoming.... This all sounds very strenuous and serious.….
If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools. With mushrooms it is so simple - you salt them well, put ….
Would you not like to try all sorts of lives - one is so very small - but that is the satisfaction of writing - one can impersonate so many people..
I want so to live that I work with my hands and my feeling and my brain. I want a garden, a small house, grass, animals, books, pictures, music. And ….
Outside the sky is light with stars.
there does seem to me something sad in life. It is hard to say what it is. I don't mean the sorrow that we all know, like illness and poverty and dea….
Some couples go over their budgets very carefully every month. Others just go over them..
I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi..
How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?.
In fact, isn't it a joy - there is hardly a greater one - to find a new book, a living book, and to know that it will remain with you while life last….