内心
Theoretically there is a perfect possibility of happiness: believing in the indestructible element within oneself, and not striving towards it.
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself.
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
The man who has begun to live more seriously within begins to live more simply without.
Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous—to poetry.