This happiness consisted of nothing else but the harmony of the few things around me with my own existence, a feeling of contentment and well-being that needed no changes and no intensification.

All I really wanted was to try and live the life that was spontaneously welling up within me. Why was that so very difficult?

When you like someone, you like them in spite of their faults. When you love someone, you love them with their faults.

Let me say no more. Words do no justice to the hidden meaning. Everything immediately becomes slightly different when it is expressed in words, a little bit distorted, a little foolish...It is perfectly fine with me that what for one man is precious wisdom for another sounds like foolery.

As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.

The cup was emptied and would never be filled again.

All interpretation, all psychology, all attempts to make things comprehensible, require the medium of theories, mythologies, and lies.