Sometimes I try my hand at turning out small profundities and uncertain short stories, but I always end up with just one single word: God.

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.

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

We have to fight them daily, lake fleas, those many small worries about the morrow, for they sap our energies.

Thinking gets you nowhere. It may be a fine and noble aid in academic studies, but you can't think your way out of emotional difficulties. That takes something altogether different. You have to make yourself passive then, and just listen. Re-establish contact with a slice of eternity.

Most people write off their longing for friends and family as so many losses in their lives, when they should count the fact that their heart is able to long so hard and to love so much as among their greatest blessings.

Such words as 'God' and 'Death' and 'Suffering' and 'Eternity' are best forgotten. We have to become as simple and as wordless as the growing corn or the falling rain. We must just be.