What's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

In a way, I was safe writing

Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random point in the infinite radiations of my spiritual existence.

If there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth.

Humility provides everyone, even him who despairs in solitude, with the strongest relationship to his fellow man.

What am I doing here in this endless winter?