What Is Art? Art Grows From Joy

I Do Not Believe In The Art Which Is Not The Compulsive Result Of Man's Urge To Open His Heart

There Is A Battle That Goes On Between Men And Women. Many People Call It Love.

All Art, Literature, And Music Must Be Born In Your Heart's Blood. Art Is Your Heart's Blood.

To Die Is As If One's Eyes Had Been Put Out And One Cannot See Anything Any More. Perhaps It Is Like Being Shut In A Cellar. One Is Abandoned By All. They Have Slammed The Door And Are Gone. One Does Not See Anything And Notices Only The Damp Smell Of Putrefaction.

I Learned Early About The Misery And Dangers Of Life, And About The Afterlife, About The External Punishment Which Awaited The Children Of Sin In Hell.