If I Weren't The Way I Am,

Tradition Is Laziness.

The Point Is Not To Take The World's Opinion As A Guiding Star But To Go One's Way In Life And Working Unerringly, Neither Depressed By Failure Nor Seduced By Applause.

I Am Hitting My Head Against The Walls, But The Walls Are Giving Way.

Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted And Sterile Existence Are Cracking.

We All Return. It Is This Certainty That Gives Meaning To Life And It Does Not Make The Slightest Difference Whether Or Not In A Later Incarnation We Remember The Former Life. What Counts Is Not The Individual And His Comfort, But The Great Aspiration To The Perfect And The Pure Which Goes On In Each Incarnation.