God Can Only Be Comprehended As Love.

But It's Peculiar, As Soon As I Am In The Midst Of Nature And By Myself, Everything That Is Base And Trivial Vanishes Without Trace. On Such Days Nothing Scares Me; And This Helps Me Again And Again.

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.

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

Tradition Is Laziness.

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