Do Not Be Bewildered By The Surfaces:

Fame Is Finally Only The Sum Total Of All The Misunderstanding That Can Gather Around A New Name.

What We Do Battle With Is So Small, What Battles Us Is So Large.

We Have No Reason To Mistrust Our World, For It Is Not Against Us. Has It Terrors, They Are Our Terrors; Has It Abysses, Those Abysses Belong To Us; Are Dangers At Hand, We Must Try To Love Them.... Perhaps All The Dragons Of Our Lives Are Princesses Who Are Only Waiting To See Us Once Beautiful And Brave. Perhaps Everything Terrible Is In Its Deepest Being Something Helpless That Wants Help From Us.

There Is Only One Solitude, And It Is Vast, Heavy, Difficult To Bear, And Almost Everyone Has Hours When He Would Gladly Exchange It For Any Kind Of Sociability, However Trivial Or Cheap, For The Tiniest Outward Agreement With The First Person Who Comes Along.

Draw Near To Nature. Then Try Like Some First Human Being To Say What You See And Experience And Love And Lose.