When I Meet A Man, I Am

A Human Being Becomes Whole Not In Virtue Of A Relation To Himself [only] But Rather In Virtue Of An Authentic Relation To Another Human Being(s).

I Do, Indeed, Close My Door At Times And Surrender Myself To A Book, But Only Because I Can Open The Door Again And See A Human Face Looking At Me.

And If There Were A Devil It Would Not Be One Who Decided Against God, But One Who, In Eternity, Came To No Decision.

This Is The Eternal Origin Of Art That A Human Being Confronts A Form That Wants To Become A Work Through Him. Not A Figment Of His Soul But Something That Appears To The Soul And Demands The Soul's Creative Power. What Is Required Is A Deed That A Man Does With His Whole Being.

To Begin With Oneself But Not To End With Onself. To Start From Oneself But Not To Aim At Oneself.