I have nothing but wastes and wilds of self-translation before me for many miserable months to come.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.' You won't believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

What are we doing here, that is the question.

There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind.