Now I Come To You Full Of

Ah, How Good It Is To Be Among People Who Are Reading!

Dig Deep Into Your Heart, Where The Answer Spreads Its Roots In Your Being, And Ask Yourself Solemnly, Must I Write?

Stand Up During Supper And Walk Outdoors, And Keep On Walking.

The Future Enters Into Us, In Order To Transform Itself In Us, Long Before It Happens.

Go Into Yourself And Test The Deeps In Which Your Life Takes Rise; At Its Source You Will Find The Answer To The Question Whether You Must Create. Accept It, Just As It Sounds, Without Inquiring Into It. Perhaps It Will Turn Out That You Are Called To Be An Artist. Then Take That Destiny Upon Yourself And Bear It, Its Burden And Its Greatness, Without Ever Asking What Reward Might Come From Outside