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.

Every word born of an inner necessity - writing must never be anything else.

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.

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.

There are moments when I feel like giving up or giving in, but I soon rally again and do my duty as I see it: to keep the spark of life inside me ablaze.

I'm afraid I did not pray hard enough last night.

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