But What If All The Tranquility, All

April 27. Incapable Of Living With People, Of Speaking. Complete Immersion In Myself, Thinking Of Myself. Apathetic, Witless, Fearful. I Have Nothing To Say To Anyone - Never.

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

Anything That Has Real And Lasting Value Is Always A Gift From Within.

Sometimes I'd Like To Stuff All Jews (myself Included) Into The Drawer Of A Laundry Basket. Then Open It To See If They've Suffocated

Man Cannot Live Without A Continuous Confidence In Something Indestructible Within Himself.