The People Rate Strength Before Everything.

The Soul Of Man Is Like To Water; From Heaven It Cometh, To Heaven It Riseth And Then Returning To Earth, Forever Alternating.

Error Is Acceptable As Long As We Are Young; But One Must Not Drag It Along Into Old Age.

A Great Artist... Must Be Shaken By The Naked Truths That Will Not Be Comforted. This Divine Discontent, This Disequilibrium, This State Of Inner Tension Is The Source Of Artistic Energy.

We Do Not Have To Visit A Madhouse To Find Disordered Minds; Our Planet Is The Mental Institution Of The Universe.

It Would Be A Lowly Art That Allowed Itself To Be Understood All At Once.