Ours is a lost generation, it may be, but it is more blameless than those earlier generations.

There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.

Marrying, founding a family, accepting all the children that come, supporting them in this insecure world, and perhaps even guiding them a little, is, I am convinced, the utmost a human being can succeed in doing at all.

Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. When I am willfully alone, a slight ordering of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more.

Because of impatience we were driven out [of Paradise]; because of impatience we cannot return.

I lack nothing. I only needed myself.

He who seeks does not find, but he who does not seek will be found.