Foolishness Is A Twin Sister Of Wisdom.

Against The Background Of General Freakishness The Case Of My Particular Freakishness Was Lost.

I Became Bold Because I Had Absolutely Nothing To Lose: Neither Honors, Nor Earnings, Nor Friends. I Had To Find Myself Anew And Rely Only On Myself, Because I Could Rely On No One Else. My Form Is My Solitude.

Great Poetry Must Be Admired, Because It Is Great And Because It Is Poetry, And So We Admire It.

Any Artist Who Respects Himself Ought To Be, And In Every Sense Of The Term, An Emigre.

If He [the Artist] Were To Take Up The Pen It Would Be...to Better Express His Individuality And Explain It To Others; Or Else To Put His Internal Affairs In Order...to Deepen And Sharpen His Relationship With His Fellow Men Because Other Souls Exert An Immense And Creative Influence On Our Soul; Or To Try To Fight For A World As He Would Like It To Be, For A World That Is Indispensable To His Life.