My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word, but what then! I do not see the word at all, I invent it.

April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.

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

The old incapacity. Interrupted my writing for barely ten days and already cast out. Once again prodigious efforts stand before me. You have to dive down, as it were, and sink more rapidly than that which sinks in advance of you.

The limited circle is pure.

That's how it will be, except that in reality, both today and later, one will stand there with a palpable body and a real head, a real forehead, that is, for smiting on with one's hand.

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.