I Lost My Hat While Gazing At

I Always Thought That I Was Me — But No, I Was You And Never Knew It.

Intellect In Its Effort To Explain Love Got Stuck In The Mud Like An Ass. Love Alone Could Explain Love And Loving.

For Only When Faithfulness Turns To Betrayal And Betrayal Into Trust Can Any Human Being Become Part Of The Truth.

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

On The Way There Is No Harder Pass Than This: Fortunate Is He Who Does Not Carry Envy As A Companion.