But Who Are We, Where Do We

Art Is Unthinkable Without Risk And Spiritual Self-sacrifice.

The Whole Wide World Is A Cathedral; I Stand Inside, The Air Is Calm, And From Afar At Times There Reaches My Ear The Echo Of A Psalm.

Our Evenings Are Farewells. Our Parties Are Testaments. So That The Secret Stream Of Suffering. May Warm The Cold Of Life.

Art Always Serves Beauty, And Beauty Is The Joy Of Possessing Form, And Form Is The Key To Organic Life Since No Living Thing Can Exist Without It.

I Don't Like Purely Philosophical Works. I Think A Little Philosophy Should Be Added To Life And Art By Way Of Seasoning, But To Make It One's Specialty Seems To Me As Strange As Eating Nothing But Horseradish." - Lara, From Doctor Zhivago