If You Can't Make Art, Make Your

Youth Is A Religion From Which One Always Ends Up Being Converted.

War Puts Its Questions Stupidly, Peace Mysteriously.

The Truth About A Man Lies First And Foremost In What He Hides.

No One Can Endure His Own Solitude.

In A World In Which Everything Is Subject To The Passing Of Time, Art Alone Is Both Subject To Time And Yet Victorious Over It.