The Lust For Comfort, That

We Shall Never Understand One Another Until We Reduce The Language To Seven Words.

Love And Doubt Have Never Been On Speaking Terms.

When I Planted My Pain In The Field Of Patience It Bore Fruit Of Happiness.

And When You Were A Silent Word Upon Life's Quivering Lips, I Too Was There, Another Silent Word. Then Life Uttered Us And We Came Down The Years Throbbing With Memories Of Yesterday And With Longing For Tomorrow, For Yesterday Was Death Conquered And Tomorrow Was Birth Pursued.

Madness Is The First Step Towards Unselfishness. Be Mad And Tell Us What Is Behind The Veil Of "sanity". The Purpose Of Life Is To Bring Us Closer To Those Secrets, And Madness Is The Only Means.