Life, as we find it, is too hard for us; it brings us too many pains, disappointments and impossible tasks. In order to bear it we cannot dispense with palliative measures... There are perhaps three such measures: powerful deflections, which cause us to make light of our misery; substitutive satisfactions, which diminish it; and intoxicating substances, which make us insensible to it.
I came in with halley's comet in 1835. It is coming again next year, and i expect to go out with it. It will be the greatest disappointment of my life if i don't go out with halley's comet. The almighty has said, no doubt: "now here are these two unaccountable freaks; they came in together, they must go out together.
"it's ok," puck says. she has a quick way of hiding her disappointment. if you're not looking for it, she's put it away somewhere before you know it was there. "you're busy." "no," i tell her. "no, i'll think about it. i'm not sure if i can get away." i don't know wheat i'm thinking. i cannot find the time to get away. i'm not a good dinner companion. but it's hard to think of that. instead i'm wishing that i'd spoken sooner, before i'd seen her disappointment.
I feel such a creative force in me: i am convinced that there will be a time when, let us say, i will make something good every day , on a regular basis....I am doing my very best to make every effort because i am longing so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things mean painstaking work, disappointment, and perseverance.