The Senses Do Not Deceive Us, But

What Matters In Art Is Not Thinking But Making.

Common Sense Is The Genius Of Humanity.

If Ever The Divine Appeared On Earth, It Was In The Person Of Christ.

Superstition Belongs To The Essence Of Mankind And Takes Refuge, When One Thinks One Has Suppressed It Completely, In The Strangest Nooks And Crannies; Once It Is Safely Ensconced There, It Suddenly Reappears.

The Greatest Happiness For The Thinking Person Is To Have Explored The Explorable And To Venerate In Equanimity That Which Cannotbe Explored.