One must also accept that one has 'uncreative' moments. The more honestly one can accept that, the quicker these moments will pass.

If one finds the strength to deal with small things, one finds it to deal with the large ones as well.

Never give up, never escape, take everything in, and perhaps suffer, that's not too awful either, but never, never give up.

I would be so exhausted by my determination that I had no strength left to do the actual work.

And I believe that I will never be able to hate any human being for his so-called 'wickedness,' that I shall only hate the evil that is within me, though hate is perhaps putting it too strongly even then. In any case, we cannot be lax enough in what we demand of others and strict enough in what we demand of ourselves.

And now that I don't want to own anything any more and am free, now I suddenly own everything, now my inner riches are immeasurable.

I feel like a small battlefield in which the problems, or some of the problems, of our time are being fought out. All one can hope to do is keep oneself humbly available, to allow oneself to be a battlefield. After all, the problems must be accommodated, have somewhere to struggle and come to rest and we, poor little humans, must put our inner space at their service and not run away.