I Drink Because I Wish To Multiply

The Soul Is Healed By Being With Children.

If Everything On Earth Were Rational, Nothing Would Happen.

Drowning Men, It Is Said, Cling To Wisps Of Straw.

Love To Throw Yourself On The Earth And Kiss It. Kiss The Earth And Love It With An Unceasing, Consuming Love.

A True Friend Of Mankind Whose Heart Has But Once Quivered In Compassion Over The Sufferings Of The People, Will Understand And Forgive All The Impassable Alluvial Filth In Which They Are Submerged, And Will Be Able To Discover The Diamonds In The Filth.