If everyone there just lived their lives and let others do the same, God would be in every moment, in every grain of mustard, in the fragment of cloud that is there and then gone the following moment. God was there and yet people believed they still had to go on looking, because it seemed too simple to accept that life was an act of faith.

Oddly enough I never used to suffer from depression on cold, gray, cloudy days like this. I feel as if nature is in harmony with me, that it reflected my soul.

Writers are lampposts and critics are dogs. Ask lampposts what they think about dogs. Does the dog hurt the lamppost?

We are all different, and should do what we can do te remain so.

Although I have been through all that I have, I do not regret the many hardships I met, because it was they who brought me to the place I wished to reach.

When a sense of dissatisfaction persists, that means it was placed there by God for one reason only: you need to change everything and move forward.

Each person is different and each one will reach God by his or her own path.