What People Call The Spirit

The Artist Has A Twofold Relation To Nature; He Is At Once Her Master And Her Slave.

Would You Require A Wretched Being, Whose Life Is Slowly Wasting Under A Lingering Disease, To Despatch Himself At Once By The Stroke Of A Dagger? Does Not The Very Disorder Which Consumes His Strength Deprive Him Of The Courage To Effect His Deliverance?

The Experiences Show Us Just As We Are; They Make Us See Our Own Defects.

Thus I Reel From Desire To Fulfillment And In Fulfillment Languish For Desire.

If I Say To The Moment: 'stay Now! You Are So Beautiful'!