The Longer And More Carefully We Look

It's Not My Job To Preach A Sermon. Art Is Anyhow A Homily. My Job Is To Speak In Living Images, Not In Arguments. I Must Exhibit Life Full-face, Not Discuss Life.

Keep Not Money, But Keep Good People's Company.

But There Is Nothing Enduring In The World, And Therefore Even Joy In The Second Minute Is Already Not As Acute As In The First; In The Third Minute It Becomes Still Weaker And Finally Merges Unnoticeably With The Usual Condition Of The Soul, As A Circle On The Water, Caused By The Fall Of A Pebble, Finally Merges With The Smooth Surface.

They Don’t Listen To Me, They Don’t Hear Me, They Don’t See Me.

The More Destruction There Is Everywhere, The More It Shows The Activity Of Town Authorities.