Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted

I Live Like A Hottentot. I Cannot Exchange One Sensible Word With Anyone.

God Can Only Be Comprehended As Love.

That Which Draws Us By Its Mystical Force; What Every Created Thing, Even The Very Stones, Feels With Absolute Certainty As The Center Of Its Being... Is The Force Of Love. Christians Call This "eternal Blessedness." It Is A Necessity Of Man For Growth And Joy.

A Full Cup Of Wine At The Right Time Is Worth More Than All The Kingdoms Of This Earth!

Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted And Sterile Existence Are Cracking.