The beauty of things must be that they end.

The words are clear as in the reflection of the world on the water. Therefore write the Word at once, everywhere, from now till your hand is paralyzed, for THERE will be your work for GOD, since you can not work for God in other ways, and would not, & don't know how, or bend that way, from habit, & from talent in the use & signification & arrangement of the Word.

Something great is about to happen to me: I'm about to love somebody very much.

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Write in recollection and amazement for yourself.

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.