It Is Slavery To Live

Be Like A Flower And Turn Your Face To The Sun.

Who Can Depart From His Pain And Aloneness Without Regret? Too Many Fragments Of The Spirit Have I Scattered In These Streets, And Too Many Are The Children Of My Longing That Walk Naked Among These Hills, And I Cannot Withdraw From Them Without A Burden And An Ache. It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, Bit A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands... Yet I Cannot Tarry Longer.

Am I Less Man Because I Believe In A Greater Man?

To Barter And Lose Is Better Than Not To Go Forth.

We Choose Our Joys And Sorrows Long Before We Experience Them.