The Nationalist Has A Broad Hatred And

Art That Submits To Orthodoxy, To Even The Soundest Doctrines, But Lacks Imagination And Deep Self-expression Is Lost Leaving Only The Craftsmanship.

The Sole Art That Suits Me Is That Which, Rising From Unrest, Tends Toward Serenity.

It Is One Of Life's Laws That As Soon As One Door Closes Another Opens. But The Tragedy Is We Look At The Closed Door And Disregard The Open One.

When Everything Belongs To Everyone, Nobody Will Take Care Of Anything.

It Is The Special Quality Of Love Not To Be Able To Remain Stationary, To Be Obliged To Increase Under Pain Of Diminishing.