The delights of this life are not its own, but our fear of the ascent into a higher life; the torments of this life are not its own, but our self-torment because of that fear.
Franz KafkaThe Fathers of the Church were not afraid to go out into the desert because they had a richness in their hearts. But we, with richness all around us, are afraid, because the desert is in our hearts.
Franz KafkaI am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.
Franz Kafka