I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.

Don't take my devils away, because my angels may flee too.

I implore those who love me to love my solitude.

We wasters of sorrows! How we stare away into sad endurance beyond them, trying to foresee their end! Whereas they are nothing else than our winter foliage, our sombre evergreen, one of the seasons of our interior year.

You are nearing the land that is life; you will recognize it by its seriousness.

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

No one can advise or help you - no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Search for the reason that bids you write, find out wether it spreading out its root in the deepest places of your heart...Delve into yourself for a deep answer