One Has To Be Able To Count

When Work Is A Pleasure, Life Is A Joy! When Work Is A Duty, Life Is Slavery.

Remembrance Of The Past Kills All Present Energy And Deadens All Hope For The Future

An Artist Is A Man Who Digests His Own Subjective Impressions And Knows How To Find A General Objective Meaning In Them, And How To Express Them In A Convincing Form.

When Everything Is Easy One Quickly Gets Stupid.

Politics Is The Soil In Which The Nettle Of Poisonous Enmity, Evil Suspicions, Shameless Lies, Slander, Morbid Ambitions, And Disrespect For The Individual Grows Rapidly And Luxuriantly. Name Anything Bad In Man And It Is Precisely In The Soil Of Political Struggle That It Grows With Particular Liveliness And Abundance.