All This Hurrying Soon Will Be Over.

I Am So Glad You Are Here. It Helps Me Realize How Beautiful My World Is.

Some Day When I Lose You, Will You Still Be Able To Sleep, Without Me To Whisper Over You Like A Crown Of Linden Branches?

Go Into Yourself And Test The Deeps In Which Your Life Takes Rise; At Its Source You Will Find The Answer To The Question Whether You Must Create. Accept It, Just As It Sounds, Without Inquiring Into It. Perhaps It Will Turn Out That You Are Called To Be An Artist. Then Take That Destiny Upon Yourself And Bear It, Its Burden And Its Greatness, Without Ever Asking What Reward Might Come From Outside

Never Believe Fate Is More Than The Condensation Of Childhood.

Perhaps Creating Something Is Nothing But An Act Of Profound Remembrance.