The Man In Ecstasy And The Man

I'm Thinking Only Of My Illness And My Health, Though Both, The First As Well As The Second, Are You.

Writing Is A Sweet, Wonderful Reward.

We Live In An Age Which Is So Possessed By Demons, That Soon We Shall Only Be Able To Do Goodness And Justice In The Deepest Secrecy, As If It Were A Crime.

Life's Splendor Forever Lies In Wait About Each One Of Us In All Its Fullness, But Veiled From View, Deep Down, Invisible, Far Off. It Is There, Though, Not Hostile, Not Reluctant, Not Deaf. If You Summon It By The Right Word, By Its Right Name, It Will Come.

The Man In Ecstasy And The Man Drowning: Both Raise Their Arms.