Vanity is the quicksand of reason.
Writing a journal means that facing your ocean you are afraid to swim across it, so you attempt to drink it drop by drop.
The intellect seeks, the heart finds.
Some say that cats are devils, but they behave badly only when they are alone. When they are among us cats are angels.
One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
we do not die of anguish, we live on. We continue to suffer. We drink the cup drop by drop.