If A Man Is To Shed The

The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through The Raging Of The Storm, Points Steadily To The North.

To Understand Everything Is To Hate Nothing.

Skepticism, Riddling The Faith Of Yesterday, Prepared The Way For The Faith Of Tomorrow.

The More A Man Lives, The More A Man Creates, The More A Man Loves And Loses Those Whom He Loves, The More Does He Escape From Death. With Every New Blow That We Have To Bear, With Every New Work That We Round And Finish, We Escape From Ourselves, We Escape Into The Work We Have Created, The Soul We Have Loved, The Soul That Has Left Us.

The Friend Who Understands You, Creates You.