The Period Without The Diary

There Is An Ugliness In Being Paid For Work One Does Not Like.

This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And Opium Pipe. This Is My Drug And My Vice.

He Had A Mania For Washing And Disinfecting Himself. . . . For Him The Only Danger Came From The Microbes That Attacked The Body. He Had Not Studied The Microbe Of Conscience Which Eats Into The Soul.

When You Make A World Tolerable For Yourself, You Make A World Tolerable For Others.

Perhaps A Child, Like A Cat, Is So Much Inside Of Himself That He Does Not See Himself In The Mirror.