As An Artist One Has No Home

Give Me Today, For Once, The Worst Throw Of Your Dice, Destiny. Today I Transmute Everything Into Gold.

So Live Your Life Of Obedience And Of War! What Matter About Long Life! What Warrior Wisheth To Be Spared!

One Has To Know The Size Of One's Stomach.

I Know The Hatred And Envy Of Your Hearts. Ye Are Not Great Enough Not To Know Of Hatred And Envy. Then Be Great Enough Not To Be Ashamed Of Them!

One Must Never Have Spared Oneself, One Must Have Acquired Hardness As A Habit To Be Cheerful And In Good Spirits In The Midst Of Nothing But Hard Truths.