If The Flame Inside You

If The Flame Inside You Goes Out, The Souls That Are Next To You Will Die Of Cold.

The Man Who Partakes In The Breaking Of The Bread Dares To Build His House On The Very Core Of Love. He Becomes, As It Were, Godlike, But Regardless Of The Strength He Derives From It, His Free Will Remains. We Are Always Free To Disown This Immense Grace, To Abuse It. The Greatest Love May Be Betrayed. Fed On The Living Bread, We Nevertheless Conceal A Part Of Ourselves Which Longs For Swine's Food.

We Know Well Only What We Are Deprived Of.

Where Does Discipline End? Where Does Cruelty Begin? Somewhere Between These, Thousands Of Children Inhabit A Voiceless Hell.

I Believe That Only Poetry Counts ... A Great Novelist Is First Of All A Great Poet.