One must fight to get to the top, especially if one starts at the bottom.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.

Do not waste your time looking for an obstacle - maybe there is none.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.

Celibacy and suicide are a similar levels of understanding, suicide and a martyr's death not so by any means, perhaps marriage and a martyr's death.