Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble.

As I watched the seagulls, I thought, That's the road to take; find the absolute rhythm and follow it with absolute trust.

I say one thing, you write another, and those who read you understand still something else! I say: cross, death, kingdom of heaven, God...and what do you understand? Each of you attaches his own suffering, interests and desires to each of these sacred words, and my words disappear, my soul is lost. I can't stand it any longer!

Die every day. Be reborn again every day.

Before me is the abyss. How can I leap across it? And if I do not leap, how shall I ever be able to reach God?

Discipline is the highest of all virtues. Only so may strength and desire be counterbalanced and the endeavors of man bear fruit.

This, I thought, is how great visionaries and poets see everything- as if for the first time. Each morning they see a new world before their eyes; they do not really see it, they create it.