Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives.

The lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all.

Only when I fall do I get up again.

The worse I get along with people the more I learn to have faith in Nature and concentrate on her.

The sight of stars makes me dream.

The only thing to do is to go one's own way, to try one's best, to make the thing live.

Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.