What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything solemn, slight or beautiful that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble a deep old desk, a capacious hold, all in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back in a year or two and find the collection had sorted itself and refined itself,
transparent enough to reflect the light of our lives and yet steady tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art  -Virginia Wolf