A day so happy. Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I know no one worth my envying him.

Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.

Learning To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.

When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.

What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.

The soul exceeds its circumstances.

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.