Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it.
Life without illusion is a ghostly affair.
At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials.
What a comfort is friendship in this world.
It is impossible for human beings, constituted as they are, both to fight and to have ideals.
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.