If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.

We are aware only of the empty space in the forest, which only yesterday was filled with trees.

We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.

What I have always wanted for myself is much more primitive. It is probably nothing more than the affection of the people with whom I am in contact, and their good opinion of me.

Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be.

I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.

I am glad that I do not have any children.