I contemplated pride and love. All this contemplativeness. When will I be free of it?

Today I told myself that in actual fact anyone who takes an innocuous and random delight in his life is an absolute lummox.

I contemplated pride and love. All this contemplativeness. When will I be free of it?

Oh, whoever has been himself alone can never find another’s loneliness strange.

With all my ideas and follies I could one day found a corporate company for the propagation of beautiful but unreliable imaginings.

It doesn't take much to show love, but at some time or another in your, praise God, disastrous life you must have felt, honestly and simply, what love is and how love likes to behave.

How small life is here and how big nothingness. The sky, tired of light, has given everything to the snow. The two trees bow their heads to each other. Clouds cross the world’s silence in a circle dance