Once You Are Born In This World

All The Shrewdness Of 'man' Seeks One Thing: To Be Able To Live Without Responsibility.

Just As In Earthly Life Lovers Long For The Moment When They Are Able To Breathe Forth Their Love For Each Other, To Let Their Souls Blend In A Soft Whisper, So The Mystic Longs For The Moment When In Prayer He Can, As It Were, Creep Into God.

In My Great Melancholy, I Loved Life, For I Love My Melancholy.

Pleasure Disappoints; Possibility Never.

Out Of Love, God Becomes Man. He Says: 'see, Here Is What It Is To Be A Human Being'.