Deeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.

most people come to know only one corner of their room, one spot near the window, one narrow strip on which they keep walking back and forth.

We discover that we do not know our role; we look for a mirror; we want to remove our make-up and take off what is false and real. But somewhere a piece of disguise that we forgot still sticks to us. A trace of exaggeration remains in our eyebrows; we do not notice that the corners of our mouth are bent. And so we walk around, a mockery and a mere half: neither having achieved being nor actors.

Go into yourself. Dig into yourself for a deep answer

Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no summer

Someday there will be girls and women whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male, but something in itself, something that makes one think not of any complement and limit, but only life and reality: the female human being.

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.