The Artist Has A Twofold Relation To

If There Is Confusion In Your Head And In Your Heart, What More Do You Want! A Man Who No Longer Loves And No Longer Errs Should Have Himself Buried Straight Away.

I Am Certain That I Have Been Here As I Am Now A Thousand Times Before, And I Hope To Return A Thousand Times.

War Is In Truth A Disease In Which The Juices That Serve Health And Maintenance Are Used For The Sole Purpose Of Nourishing Something Foreign, Something At Odds With Nature.

I Hate All Bungling As I Do Sin, But Particularly Bungling In Politics, Which Leads To The Misery And Ruin Of Many Thousands And Millions Of People.

One Can Stand Anything Except A Succession Of Ordinary Days