It Is Natural To Die As To

Atheism Is Rather In The Lip, Than In The Heart Of Man.

All Artists Are Vain, They Long To Be Recognized And To Leave Something To Posterity. They Want To Be Loved, And At The Same Time They Want To Be Free. But Nobody Is Free.

Prosperity Is The Blessing Of The Old Testament; Adversity Is The Blessing Of The New.

There Is No Excellent Beauty That Hath Not Some Strangeness In The Proportion.

The Job Of The Artist Is Always To Deepen The Mystery.