If One Could Only Say Just Once:

Big Tears Of Frustration And Exhaustion Were Streaming Down His Cheeks. But Because Of All The Wrinkles, They Weren't Dripping Off. They Spread Out And Ran Together Again, Leaving A Watery Film Over His Ruined Face.

To Feel Absolutely Right Is The Beginning Of The End.

If There Is A Soul, It Is A Mistake To Believe That It Is Given To Us Fully Created. It Is Created Here, Throughout A Whole Life. And Living Is Nothing Else But That Long And Painful Bringing Forth.

Thoughts Of Suicide Have Got Me Through Many A Bad Night.

If We Understood The Enigmas Of Life There Would Be No Need For Art.