My passion makes me a genius, but it also makes me a fool. It inspires me to love, yet it also makes me cruel. This fire which burns within me, sustains me day and night. For it makes his yokes quite easy, and makes my burdens light. In hastiness I unravel, what is untamed within me, I lose sight of the meaning, I look but cannot see. For to see is to live and to live is to love, so instead I quiet myself, and I listen to the dove

-Laaviebohemei