In the dark I rest.
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
The only real valuable thing is intuition.
Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.
We are not all in the same boat. We are in the same storm.
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens
In the dark I rest.
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
The only real valuable thing is intuition.
Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.
We are not all in the same boat. We are in the same storm.
Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens