Whatever a human being makes and makes live, it lives because of the life he puts into it.

You feel free in Australia. There is great relief in the atmosphere - a relief from tension, from pressure, an absence of control of will or form. The Skies open above you and the areas open around you.

When I wish I was rich, then I know I am ill.

One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul.

Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.

Why doesn't the past decently bury itself, instead of sitting waiting to be admired by the present?

I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.