When you walk with naked feet, how can you ever forget the Earth?
I have gradually learned to be cautious even in disbelief
A creative person has little power over his own life. He is not free. He is captive and driven by his daimon.
I have always tried to make room for anything that wanted to come to me from within.
Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.
Our blight is ideologies — they are the long-expected Antichrist!