it is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by.  how else, 
indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment
passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone.  that is where
the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on
the hop.  growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming.  growth
of the soul, growth of the mind.


— Vita Sackville-West (via emurlee)