Even The Merest Gesture Is Holy If

Writing Is A Sweet, Wonderful Reward.

There Is A Down-and-outness Under True Knowledge And A Childlike Happy Arising From It.

From Outside One Will Always Triumphantly Impress Theories Upon The World And Then Fall Straight Into The Ditch One Has Dug, But Only From Inside Will One Keep Oneself And The World Quiet And True.

What If I Slept A Little More And Forgot About All This Nonsense.

I Have The True Feeling Of Myself Only When I Am Unbearably Unhappy.