I know and share the many sorrows a human being can experience, but I do not cling to them; they pass through me, like life itself, as a broad eternal stream...and life continues.

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

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

After each creative act one has to be sustained by one's strength of character, by a moral sense, by I don't know what, lest one tumble.

Sometimes my day is crammed full of people and talk and yet I have the feeling of living in utter peace and quiet. And the tree outside my window, in the evenings, is a greater experience than all those people put together.

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.

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