To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing. Be whole in everything.

I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.

Yes, talking to people makes me sleepy.

I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I should make an ornament of my soul.

pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.

Life is what we make of it. Travel is the traveler. What we see isn't what we see but what we are.

There's a non-existent peace in the uncertain quietness