Do the hardest thing on earth for you. ACT YOURSELF.
To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy.
I love the night. I love to feel the tide of darkness rising, slowly and slowly washing, turning over and over, lifting, floating, all that lies strewn upon the dark beach, all that lies hid in rocky hollows.
In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire.
You have never been curious about me; you never wanted to explore my soul.
I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write