Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience.

What we have not has made us what we are. / ... / What we are not drives us to consummation.

Failure would only be if you had somewhere stopped growing. As far as I can see the whole duty of the artist is to keep on growing.

We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.

Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long, not even pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

May we agree that private life is irrelevant? Multiple, mixed, ambiguous at best - out of it we try to fashion the crystal clear, the singular, the absolute, and that is what is relevant; that is what matters.

When it comes to the important things one is always alone.