Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors$$$ there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

But your solitude will be a support and a home for you$$$ even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances$$$ and from it you will find all your paths.

Yet$$$ no matter how deeply I go down into myself$$$ my God is dark$$$ and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.

The necessary thing is after all but this; solitude$$$ great inner solitude. Going into oneself for hours meeting no one - this one must be able to attain.

I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.

Let everything happen to you<br>Beauty and terror<br>Just keep going<br>No feeling is final.

This$$$ I suppose$$$ makes me such a sauce-box$$$ and bold-face$$$ and a creature$$$ and all because I won't be a sauce-box and bold-face indeed.

For love must be a very foolish thing to look back upon$$$ when it has brought persons born to affluence into indigence$$$ and laid a generous mind under obligation and dependence.

My heart and my hand shall never be separated.

I am not doing it just for the money or for you. I am doing it for me.