The History Of The World, As It

Art Is For The Artist Is Only Suffering Through Which He Releases Himself For Further Suffering.

Photography Concentrates One's Eye On The Superficial. For That Reason It Obscures The Hidden Life Which Glimmers Through The Outlines Of Things Like A Play Of Light And Shade. One Can't Catch That Even With The Sharpest Lens.

It's Only Because Of Their Stupidity That They're Able To Be So Sure Of Themselves.

For We Are Like Tree Trunks In The Snow. In Appearance They Lie Smoothly And A Little Push Should Be Enough To Set Them Rolling. No, It Can't Be Done, For They Are Firmly Wedded To The Ground. But See, Even That Is Only Appearance.

Anything That Has Real And Lasting Value Is Always A Gift From Within.