What's given, in fact, always depends on the person or thing it's given to. A minor incident in the street brings the cook to the door and entertains him more than I would be entertained by contemplating the most original idea, by reading the greatest book, or by having the most gratifying of useless dreams. If life is basically monotony, he has escaped it more than I. And he escapes it more easily than I. The truth isn't with him or with me, because it isn't with anyone, but happiness does belong to him.

I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.

I carry my awareness of defeat like a banner of victory.

I've reached the point where tedium is a person, the incarnate fiction of my own company.

For who expects nothing, all that comes is grateful

After the rains departed the skies and settled on earth - clear skies; moist brilliant earth - greater clarity returned to life alone with the blue above and made the world below rejoice with the freshness of the recent rain. It left heaven in our souls and a freshness in our hearts.

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