Artistic Honesty Sometimes Prevents An Artist From

Do Not Turn Your Back On Anyone. You May Be Painted On One Side Only.

One Has To Multiply Thoughts To The Point Where There Aren't Enough Policemen To Control Them

At The Beginning There Was The Word; At The End Just The Cliche.

Who Ever Asked Theses And Antitheses If They Want To Become Syntheses?

We Looked Into Each Other's Eyes. I Saw Myself, She Saw Herself.