I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

What is written is merely the dregs of experience.

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.

The relationship to one's fellow man is the relationship of prayer, the relationship to oneself is the relationship of striving; it is from prayer that one draws the strength for one's striving.

The experience of life consists of the experience which the spirit has of itself in matter and as matter, in mind and as mind, in emotion, as emotion, etc.

People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers darkened in the dusk. One who leans against granite railing gazing into the evening waters, His hands resting on old stones.

He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.