The Worst State Of Affairs Is When

Everything Passes, And What Remains Of Former Times, What Remains Of Life, Is The Spiritual. In Everything We Do, The Claim Of The Absolute Is Unchanging.

Light And The Rational Forms Are Locked In Combat; Light Sets Them Into Motion, Bends What Is Straight, Makes Parallels Oval, Inscribes Circles In The Intervals, Makes The Intervals Active.

Nature Is Garrulous To The Point Of Confusion, Let The Artist Be Truly Taciturn.

The Art Of Mastering Life Is The Prerequisite For All Further Forms Of Expression, Whether They Are Paintings, Sculptures, Tragedies, Or Musical Compositions.

In My Productive Activity, Every Time A Type Grows Beyond The Stage Of Its Genesis, And I Have About Reached The Goal, The Intensity Gets Lost Very Quickly, And I Have To Look For New Ways.