God Does Not Answer Our Desperate Questionings;

The Arrogance Of Poets Is Only A Defense; Doubt Gnaws The Greatest Among Them; They Need Our Testimony To Escape Despair.

A Man's Passion For The Mountain Is, Above All, His Childhood Which Refuses To Die.

Men Resemble Great Deserted Palaces: The Owner Occupies Only A Few Rooms And Has Closed-off Wings Where He Never Ventures.

Doubt Is Nothing But A Trivial Agitation On The Surface Of The Soul, While Deep Down There Is A Calm Certainty.

God Does Not Answer Our Desperate Questionings; He Simply Gives Us Himself.