Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.

If one were to say but few words, though ones with meaning, one would do better than to say many that were only empty sounds, and just as easy to utter as they were of little use.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

And love makes one calmer about many things, and in that way, one is more fit for one's work.

At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.

Well, do you know what I hope for, once I allow myself to begin to hope? [...] That you find in your love for people something not only to work for, but to comfort and restore you when there is a need.

I feel the need of relations and friendship, of affection, of friendly intercourse.... I cannot miss these things without feeling, as does any other intelligent man, a void and a deep need.