I Do Not Want To Believe That

Intelligence In Chains Loses In Lucidity What It Gains In Intensity.

Likewise And During Every Day Of An Unillustrious Life, Time Carries Us. But A Moment Always Comes When We Have To Carry It.

A Guilty Conscience Needs To Confess. A Work Of Art Is A Confession.

I Said That The World Is Absurd, But I Was Too Hasty. This World In Itself Is Not Reasonable, That Is All That Can Be Said. But What Is Absurd Is The Confrontation Of This Irrational And The Wild Longing For Clarity Whose Call Echoes In The Human Heart.

Your Successes And Happiness Are Forgiven You Only If You Generously Consent To Share Them.