Mine Alone Is The Country Of My

Art Is Foremost A State Of Mind, And Only Secondarily A Problem Of Form.

All Our Interior World Is Reality, And That, Perhaps, More So Than Our Apparent World.

Changes In Societal Structure And In Art Would Possess More Credibility If They Had Their Origins In The Soul And Spirit. If People Read The Words Of The Prophets With Closer Attention, They Would Find The Keys To Life.

To Call Everything That Appears Illogical, Fantasy, Fairy Tale, Or Chimera Would Be Practically To Admit Not Understanding Nature.

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.