Religion Is Not In Want Of Art;

Every Individual Who Is Not Creative Has A Negative, Narrow, Exclusive Taste And Succeeds In Depriving Creative Being Of Its Energy And Life.

Man's Restlessness Makes Him Strive.

Time Is A Strange Thing. It Is A Whimsical Tyrant, Which In Every Century Has A Different Face For All That One Says And Does.

Every Spoken Word Arouses Our Self-will.

There Is No Greater Consolation For Mediocrity Than That The Genius Is Not Immortal.