What I Know At Sixty, I Knew

We Define Only Out Of Despair, We Must Have A Formula... To Give A Facade Tot He Void.

"the Holy Ghost," Luther Instructs Us, "is Not A Skeptic." Not Everyone Can Be, And That Is Really Too Bad.

We Understand God By Everything In Ourselves That Is Fragmentary, Incomplete, And Inopportune.

What Does The Future, That Half Of Time, Matter To The Man Who Is Infatuated With Eternity?

Paradise Was Unendurable, Otherwise The First Man Would Have Adapted To It; This World Is No Less So, Since Here We Regret Paradise Or Anticipate Another One. What To Do? Where To Go? Do Nothing And Go Nowhere, Easy Enough.