Everything Is Dead While It Lives.

I Don't Know Whether There Is Anyone Else At All Who Remembers My Noble Father With Such Sadness

I Shall Go So Far That People Will Be Seized With Terror At The Sight Of Each Of My Works Of 'living' Art.

Bodies Have Their Own Light Which They Consume To Live: They Burn, They Are Not Lit From The Outside.

No Erotic Work Of Art Is Filth If It Is Artistically Significant; It Is Only Turned Into Filth Through The Beholder If He Is Filthy.

Art Cannot Be Modern. Art Is Primordially Eternal.