In Our Life There Is A Single

Love And Fantasy, Go Hand In Hand.

Art Must Be An Expression Of Love Or It Is Nothing.

My Hands Were Too Soft.. I Had To Find Some Special Occupation, Some Kind Of Work That Would Not Force Me To Turn Away From The Sky And The Stars, That Would Allow Me To Discover The Meaning Of Life.

The Dignity Of The Artist Lies In His Duty Of Keeping Awake The Sense Of Wonder In The World. In This Long Vigil He Often Has To Vary His Methods Of Stimulation; But In This Long Vigil He Is Also Himself Striving Against A Continual Tendency To Sleep.

Art Seems To Me To Be Above All A State Of Soul. All Souls Are Sacred, The Soul Of All The Bipeds In Every Quarter Of The Globe.