I Have Spent My Life Resisting The

The Various Forms Of Despair At The Various Stations On The Road.

Most Men Are Not Wicked... They Are Sleep-walkers, Not Evil Evildoers.

To Write Prescriptions Is Easy, But To Come To An Understanding With People Is Hard.

Everyone Strives To Attain The Law,' Answers The Man, 'how Does It Come About, Then, That In All These Years No One Has Come Seeking Admittance But Me?' The Doorkeeper Perceives That The Man Is Nearing His End And His Hearing Is Failing, So He Bellows In His Ear: 'no One But You Could Gain Admittance Through This Door, Since This Door Was Intended For You. I Am Now Going To Shut It.

Art Flies Around Truth, But With The Definite Intention Of Not Getting Burnt. Its Capacity Lies In Finding In The Dark Void A Place Where The Beam Of Light Can Be Intensely Caught, Without This Having Been Perceptible Before.