Mine Alone Is The Country Of My

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.

Time Is A River Without Banks.

The Fingers Must Be Educated, The Thumb Is Born Knowing.

Art Is Foremost A State Of Mind, And Only Secondarily A Problem Of Form.

On Cannot Be Precise, And Still Be True.