It is part of the nature of every definitive love that sooner or later it can reach the beloved only in infinity.

Where I create, there I am true.

There is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along.

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been

You, darkness, of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest.

It is clear that we must trust what is difficult; everything alive trusts in it, everything in Nature grows and defends itself any way it can and is spontaneously itself, tries to be itself at all costs and against all opposition. We know little, but that we must trust in what is difficult is a certainty that will never abandon us; it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be one more reason for us to do it.

There is only one journey. Going inside yourself.