The Only Domain Where The Divine Is

The Great Mystery Is Not That We Should Have Been Thrown Down Here At Random Between The Profusion Of Matter And That Of The Stars; It Is That From Our Very Prison We Should Draw, From Our Own Selves, Images Powerful Enough To Deny Our Own Nothingness.

The Terrible Thing About Death Is That It Transforms Life Into Destiny.

Even The West Has Known The Architecture Of Empty Space, Whose Object, For Thousands Of Years, Has Been Less To Construct Divine Houses, Than To Create Sacred Places, To Seize Upon Mystery And To Immerse Man In It-whether By Raising The Cyclopean Pedestal That Surrounds Him With Stars, Or By Hollowing Out The Sanctuary That Wraps Him In Haunted Night.

There Are Not Fifty Ways Of Fighting, There Is Only One: To Be The Conqueror.

The Crucial Discovery Was Made That, In Order To Become Painting, The Universe Seen By The Artist Had To Become A Private One Created By Himself.