Judging Whether Life Is Or Is Not

We Spend Our Days In Deliberating, And We End Them Without Coming To Any Resolve.

The Realization That Life Is Absurd Cannot Be An End, But Only A Beginning.

Just As All Thought, And Primarily That Of Non-signification, Signifies Something, So There Is No Art That Has No Signification.

What Made Me Run Away Was Doubtless Not So Much The Fear Of Settling Down, But Of Settling Down Permanently In Something Ugly.

On The Ridge Where The Great Artist Moves Forward, Every Step Is An Adventure, An Extreme Risk. In That Risk, However, And Only There, Lays The Freedom Of Art.