What We Do Is Never Understood, But

I Would Believe Only In A God That Knows How To Dance.

Verily, I Do Not Want To Be Like The Ropemakers: They Drag Out Their Threads And Always Walk Backwards.

And If Ye Cannot Be Saints Of Knowledge, Then, I Pray You, Be At Least Its Warriors. They Are The Companions And Forerunners Of Such Saintship.

One Must First Be Firmly Set In Oneself, One Must Stand Securely On One's Own Two Legs Otherwise One Cannot Love At All.

There They Laugh: They Do Not Understand Me; I Am Not The Mouth For These Ears.