A Man’s Dying Is More The Survivors’

Animals Do Not Admire Each Other. A Horse Does Not Admire Its Companion.

A Man Lives Not Only His Personal Life, As An Individual, But Also, Consciously Or Unconsciously, The Life Of His Epoch And His Contemporaries.

One Must Die To Life In Order To Be Utterly A Creator.

Nothing Is Stranger Or More Ticklish Than A Relationship Between People Who Know Each Other Only By Sight, Who Meet And Observe Each Other Daily - No Hourly - And Are Nevertheless Compelled To Keep Up The Pose Of An Indifferent Stranger, Neither Greeting Nor Addressing Each Other, Whether Out Of Etiquette Or Their Own Whim.

Thought That Can Merge Wholly Into Feeling, Feeling That Can Merge Wholly Into Thought - These Are The Artist's Highest Joy.