He is lost who is possessed by carnal desire.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
He who busies himself with things other than improvement of his own self becomes perplexed in darkness and entangled in ruin. His evil spirits immerse him deep in vices and make his bad actions seem handsome.
In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.
The poet is in command of his fantasy, while it is exactly the mark of the neurotic that he is possessed by his fantasy.
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
He who truly believes that which prompts him to an action has looked upon the action to lust after it, he has committed it already in his heart.
Often when He comes, He finds the soul occupied. Other guests are there, and He has to turn away. He cannot gain entry, for we love and desire other things; therefore, His gifts, which He is offering to everyone unceasingly, must remain outside.
Cut off from his religious, metaphysical and transcendental roots, man is lost; all his actions become senseless, absurd, useless.
I always seem to have a vague feeling that he is a Satan among musicians, a fallen angel in the darkness who is perpetually seeking to fight his way back to happiness.
He longed to be lost but he couldn't bear not to be found.
He who is satisfied has never truly craved, and he who craves for the light of God neglects his ease for ardor.