I Was Ill Before I Fell Ill.

Lions And Lambs, Love And Force, Light And Fire, Good And Evil: All Things Climb The Same Mountain, The Mountain Of God.

The Only Way To Save Yourself Is To Endeavor To Save Others.

The Major And Almost Only Theme Of All My Work Is The Struggle Of Man With "god": The Unyielding, Inextinguishable Struggle Of The Naked Worm Called "man" Against The Terrifying Power And Darkness Of The Forces Within Him And Around Him.

Inexperience Loves To Preach.

A Magical Portal Opened Inside My Mind And Conducted Me Into An Astonishing World. [...] Before This Moment I Had Divined But Had Never Known With Such Positiveness That The World Is Extremely Large And That Suffering And Toil Are The Companions And Fellow Warriors Not Only Of Cretan, But Of Every Man. [...] That By Means Of Poetry All This Suffering And Effort Could Be Transformed Into Dream; No Matter How Much Of The Ephemeral Existed, Poetry Could Immortalize It By Turning It Into Song.