FROM THE NOTEBOOKS
I
Why do I need to write or create, to love or suffer? The part of my life which is now lost is not, basically, the most important. Everything becomes pointless.
My joy is endless.
Dolorem exprimit quia movit amorem.
As soon as one does not kill oneself, one must keep quiet about life.
Commit yourself completely. Then show equal strength in accepting both yes and no,
