If You Wish To Travel Far And

The Slowness Of Time, For A Man Who Knows Nothing Will Happen, Is Brutal.

The Only Way To Escape The Abyss Is To Look At It, Gauge It, Sound It Out And Descend Into It.

Verrà La Morte E Avrà I Tuoi Occhi. (death Will Come And It Will Have Your Eyes.)

In Fact A Man In Love Or One Consumed With Hatred Creates Symbols For Himself, As A Superstitious Man Does, From A Passion Of Conferring Uniqueness On Things Or Persons. A Man Who Knows Nothing Of Symbols Is One Of Dante's Sluggards. This Is Why Art Mirrors Itself In Primitive Rites Or Strong Passions, Seeking For Symbols, Revolving Round The Primitive Taste For Savagery, For What Is Irrational (blood And Sex).

A Man Succeeds In Completing A Work Only When His Qualities Transcend That Work.