And If Ye Cannot Be Saints Of

The Inclination To Self-depreciation, To Freely Accepting Being Robbed, Being Duped, And Being Swindled, Could Be The Modesty Of A God Among Men.

I Know My Fate. One Day My Name Will Be Associated With The Memory Of Something Tremendous — A Crisis Without Equal On Earth, The Most Profound Collision Of Conscience, A Decision That Was Conjured Up Against Everything That Had Been Believed, Demanded, Hallowed So Far. I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

In Our Own Presence, We All Pretend To Be Simpler Than We Are: Thus We Take A Break From Our Fellow Human Beings.

Man, Full Of Emptiness And Torn Apart With Homesickness For The Desert Has Had To Create From Within Himself An Adventure, A Torture-chamber, An Unsafe And Hazardous Wilderness- This Fool, This Prisoner Consumed With Longing And Despair, Became The Inventor Of 'bad Conscience'.

Light For Some Time To Come Will Have To Be Called Darkness.