God Lies Ahead. I Convince Myself And

There Is A Law In Life: When One Door Closes To Us Another One Opens.

How Do You Know That The Fruit Is Ripe? Simply Because It Leaves The Branch.

The Public Always Prefers To Be Reassured. There Are Those Whose Job This Is. There Are Only Too Many.

Never Have I Been Able To Settle In Life. Always Seated Askew, As If On The Arm Of A Chair; Ready To Get Up, To Leave.

To Understand Is Nothing, But To Be Understood-that Is The Problem And The Source Of Anguish. The Soul Throbs And Would Have The Other Know-but Can Not And Feels Isolated. Then Come Gestures, Words, Awkward Explanations And Material Symbols For Imponderable Outbursts Of Feeling-and The Soul Despairs.