Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.

Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant.

I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.

Where I create, there I am true.

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.

No one can advise and help you, no one. There is only one way: go within.

He does not always remain bent over the pages; he often leans back and closes his eyes over a line he has been reading again, and its meaning spreads through his blood.