The sacred sense of beyond, of timelessness, of a world which had an eternal value and the substance of which was divine had been given back to me today by this friend of mine who taught me dancing.

All life was a breath exhaled by God. All dying was a breath inhaled by God.

I am much inclined to live from my rucksack, and let my trousers fray as they like.

To such men the desperate and horrible thought has come that perhaps the whole of human life is but a bad joke, a violent and ill-fated abortion of the primal mother, a savage and dismal catastophe of nature.

Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.

I have always thirsted for knowledge, I have always been full of questions.

My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.