Love Life More Than The

When He Has Lost All Hope, All Object In Life, Man Becomes A Monster In His Misery.

There Is No Explaining Anything By Reasoning And So It Is Useless To Reason.

On Our Earth We Can Only Love Withsuffering And Through Suffering.

I Want To Suffer So That I May Love.

And So I Ask Myself: 'where Are Your Dreams?' And I Shake My Head And Mutter: 'how The Years Go By!' And I Ask Myself Again: 'what Have You Done With Those Years? Where Have You Buried Your Best Moments? Have You Really Lived? Look,' I Say To Myself, 'how Cold It Is Becoming All Over The World!' And More Years Will Pass And Behind Them Will Creep Grim Isolation. Tottering Senility Will Come Hobbling, Leaning On A Crutch, And Behind These Will Come Unrelieved Boredom And Despair. The World Of Fancies Will Fade, Dreams Will Wilt And Die And Fall Like Autumn Leaves From The Trees. . . .