Friedrich Hebbel, Diari (Tagebücher), edt. Lorenza Rega, 2009, Diario 1, 23 March, 1835, p. 39 (personal translation from the Italian):
This notebook must record all the notes of my heart and preserve them faithfully, for my future edification. Man is not an instrument in which all the notes come back in an eternal cycle, even if in the most distinct and singular combinations; the sentiment that is extinguished in his chest vanishes away evermore; the self-same ray of sunshine never yields the same flowers in physical or psychic life. Each hour becomes a closed world that has a large or small beginning, a tedious intermediate part, and a dreaded or longed-for end. And who can help indifferently witnessing the spectacle of thousands of worlds sinking into him, without wanting to at least retrieve the divine, whether it was a joy or a pain, that ran through them? This is my justification for dedicating a few minutes to this journal every day.
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