Blessed are those who entrust their lives to no one.

Never having discovered qualities in myself which could attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.

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

I think of life as an inn where I have to stay until the abyss coach arrives. I don't know where it will take me, for I know nothing.

My soul's the present shadow of a presence gone.

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.

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