Faith, Indeed, Has Up To The Present

I Have Never Pondered Over Questions That Are Not Questions.

Our Faith In Others Betrays That We Would Rather Have Faith In Ourselves. Our Longing For A Friend Is Our Betrayer. And Often With Our Love We Want Merely To Overcome Envy. And Often We Attack And Make Ourselves Enemies, To Conceal That We Are Vulnerable.

He Who Has Always Spared Himself Much Will In The End Become Sickly Of So Much Consideration. Praised Be What Hardens!

Men Are Cowards When It Comes To The "eternally Feminine": And The Little Women Know It.

Like Tourists Huffing And Puffing To Reach The Peak We Forget The View On The Way Up.