Go into yourself. Dig into yourself for a deep answer

Never believe fate is more than the condensation of childhood.

As if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose.

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things?

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.

And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses - would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories?