How Easy It Is To Tell Tales!

We Swallow With One Gulp The Lie That Flatters Us, And Drink Drop By Drop The Truth Which Is Bitter To Us.

I Have Only A Small Flickering Light To Guide Me In The Darkness Of A Thick Forest. Up Comes A Theologian And Blows It Out.

Poetry Must Have Something In It That Is Barbaric, Vast And Wild.

Do You See This Egg? With This You Can Topple Every Theological Theory, Every Church Or Temple In The World.

Does Anyone Really Know Where They're Going To?