Thus We Live, Forever Taking Leave.

You Must Give Birth To Your Images. They Are The Future Waiting To Be Born.

As Bees Gather Honey, So We Collect What Is Sweetest Out Of All Things And Build.

That Is Why Young People, Who Are Beginners In Everything, Are Not Yet Capable Of Love: It Is Something They Must Learn. With Their Whole Being, With All Their Forces, Gathered Around Their Solitary, Anxious, Upward-beating Heart, They Must Learn To Love.

Perhaps Everything Terrible Is In Its Deepest Being Something Helpless That Wants Help From Us.

Life And Death: They Are One, At Core Entwined. Who Understands Himself From His Own Strain Presses Himself Into A Drop Of Wine And Throws Himself Into The Purest Flame.