I do not see the world at all; I invent it.
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.
So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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.