The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other. - Franz Kafka

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.