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

Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.

I am more uncertain than I ever was; I feel only the power of life. And I am senselessly empty.

No sooner said than done - so acts your man of worth.

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.

For words are magical formulae. They leave finger marks be hind on the brain, which in the twinkling of an eye become the footprints of history. One ought to watch one' s every word.

There are two cardinal human sins out of which all others derive, deviate, and dissipate: impatience and lassitude (or perhaps nonchalance). On account of impatience they are driven out of paradise; on account of lassitude or nonchalance they do not return. Perhaps, however, only one main sense of sin is given: impatience. On account of impatience they are driven out, on account of impatience they do not turn back.