The first rule in keeping secrets is nothing on paper.
Let everything be remade on simple lines. There is only one people, there is only one people!
I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.
It was suicide. Others killed themselves with poison or with a revolver. I killed myself with minutes and hours.
Stop war? Impossible! There is no cure for the world's disease.
I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.
I see too deep and too much.
I couldn't imagine, you know, God having a plan for my life. I thought I planned my life out.
The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.
Nature has endowed each of us with a capacity for kindly feelings: let us not squander them on others.
We are sufficient to do everything possible to heal this Earth.