No Great Art Has Ever Been Made

Whoever Has No House Now, Will Never Have One. Whoever Is Alone Will Stay Alone, Will Sit, Read, Write Long Letters Through The Evening, And Wander On The Boulevards, Up And Down, Restlessly, While Dry Leaves Are Blowing.

No Great Art Has Ever Been Made Without The Artist Having Known Danger.

One Had To Take Some Action Against Fear When Once It Laid Hold Of One.

Earth, Is Not This What You Will: In Us To Rise Up Invisible? Is It, O Earth, Not Your Dream Once To Be Wholly Invisible? Earth! Invisible! What, If Not Change, Is Your Desperate Mission?

Our Task Is To Listen To The News That Is Always Arriving Out Of Silence.