Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.

Simply wait, be quiet, still The world will freely offer itself to you.

Books are a narcotic.

Now I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you any more.

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

I won't give up the diary again. I must hold on here, it is the only place I can.

I like to make use of what I know