If We Understood The Enigmas Of Life

In A World That Has Ceased To Believe In Sin, The Artist Is Responsible For The Preaching.

On Good Days, If You Trust Life, Life Has To Answer You.

There Is In Me An Anarchy And Frightful Disorder. Creating Makes Me Die A Thousand Deaths, Because It Means Making Order, And My Entire Being Rebels Against Order. But Without It I Would Die, Scattered To The Winds.

What Would Become Of The World If The Condemned Started To Confide Their Heartaches To The Executioners?

There Is Not A Single True Work Of Art That Has Not In The End Added To The Inner Freedom Insight And Life Of Each Person Who Has Known And Loved It.