One Must Conform To The Baseness Of

You Proclaim That One Should Die For The Highest Virtues, Because You Take It For Granted That Nobody's Been Living For Them, Not Even For A Single Hour.

Each Person Is A Graveyard Of His Thoughts. They Are Most Beautiful For Us In The Moment Of Their Birth; Later We Can Often Sense A Deep Pain That They Leave Us Indifferent Where Earlier They Enchanted Us.

With Its Claims To Profundity, Boldness And Originality, Thinking Still Limits Itself Provisionally To The Exclusively Rational And Scientific. ... As Soon As It Lays Hold Of The Feelings, It Becomes Spirit.

Anyone Who Still Wants To Experience Fairytales These Days Can’t Afford To Dither When It Comes To Using Their Brains.

Is Not Art A Tool We Employ To Peel The Kitsch Off Life? Layer By Layer Art Strips Life Bare. The More Abstract It Gets, The More Transparent The Air Is. Can It Be That The Farther It Is Removed From Life, The Clearer Art Becomes?