Live as if you were living already for the second time and as if you had acted the first time as wrongly as you are about to act now!'' It seems to me

Live as if you living for the second time and had acted as wrongly the first time as you are about to act now.

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.

So I have to create the whole thing afresh for myself each time. Probably all writers now are in the same boat. It is the penalty we pay for breaking with tradition, and the solitude makes the writing more exciting though the being read less so. One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with ones words.

But I was thinking; feeling; living; those two lives that the two halves symbolized with the intensity, the muffled intensity, which a butterfly or moth feels when with its sticky tremulous legs and antennae it pushes out of the chrysalis and emerges and sits quivering beside the broken case for a moment; its wings still creased; its eyes dazzled, incapable of flight.

We are all swept on by the torrent of things grown so familiar that they cast no shade...

To upset everything every 3 or 4 years is my notion of a happy life.

The summer is put away folded up in the drawer with other summers.

Habits gradually change the face of one's life as time changes one's physical face; & one does not know it.

Queer, I mused, to see what we were thinking five years ago.

Change from the inside out involves a steadfast gaze upon our Lord that's life changing because it reflects a deep turning from a commitment to self-sufficiency. Without repentance, a look at Christ provides only the illusion of comfort.

I am not a has-been. I am a will be.