strange state of mind after summer vacation: several nights in a row, all the books I can get my hands. Discouraged, I finally chosen to walk randomly in the Journal Kafka, and a few sentences, simple and beautiful, finally have the strength to withhold, stir me:
When I say something, that thing immediately loses its importance and finally, when I note, she still loses, but wins sometimes another.
(July 3, 1913)
The effect produced by a peaceful face, by about calm, especially when they come from a foreign person that has not yet penetrated. God's voice coming out of a human mouth.
(December 20, 1913)
Go, opens up. That the human kind. Aspire
air and silence.
(July 13, 1916)
Many other things, a lot more painful, which I have not had the desire to dwell.
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