The World In Which We Were Called

I Feel More Fellowship With The Defeated Than With Saints.

And Never Have I Felt So Deeply At One And The Same Time So Detached From Myself And So Present In The World.

If We Understood The Enigmas Of Life There Would Be No Need For Art.

Great Feelings Take With Them Their Own Universe, Splendid Or Abject. They Light Up With Their Passion An Exclusive World In Which They Recognize Their Climate.

I Am Too Far Away From What I Love And My Distance Is Without Remedy.