Art Is Not A Mirror. Art Is

Their Peace And Their War Are Like Wind And Storm. War Grows From Their Peace.

Something Ignoble, Loathsome, Undignified Attends All Associations Between People And Has Been Transferred To All Objects, Dwelling, Tools, Even The Landscape Itself.

Schoenberg Is Too Melodious For Me, Too Sweet.

Why Be A Man When You Can Be A Success?

Terrible Is The Temptation To Be Good.