Did all this make sense?

Life is always frightful. We cannot help it and we are responsible all the same. One's born and at once one is guilty.

I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?

But peace, too, is a living thing and like all life it must wax and wane, accommodate, withstand trials, and undergo changes.

Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.

Love of God is not always the same as love of good.

It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.