We Live Trapped, Between The

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.

Who Promised You That Only For Joy Were You Brought To This Earth?

If Some Longing Goes Unmet, Don't Be Astonished. We Call That Life.

Create Around One At Least A Small Circle Where Matters Are Arranged As One Wants Them To Be.

It Is Only When Parental Feelings Are Ineffective Or Too Ambivalent Or When The Mother's Emotions Are Temporarily Engaged Elsewhere That Children Feel Lost.