An Artist Chooses His Subjects: That Is

What The Sense Feeleth, What The Spirit Discerneth, Hath Never Its End In Itself. But Sense And Spirit Would Fain Persuade Thee That They Are The End Of All Things: So Vain Are They.

Childhood And Youth Are Ends In Themselves, Not Stages.

A Vocation Is The Backbone Of Life.

We Want To Be Poets Of Our Life First Of All In The Smallest Most Everyday Matters.

We Would Not Let Ourselves Be Burned To Death For Our Opinions: We Are Not Sure Enough Of Them For That.