Art Is The Daughter Of

Eternity Gives Nothing Back Of What One Leaves Out Of The Minutes.

Accursed Be He Who Plays With The Devil.

This Is The Curse Of An Evil Deed, That It Incites And Must Bring Forth More Evil.

History, Insofar As It Accustoms Human Beings To Comprehend The Whole Of The Past And To Hasten Forward With Its Conclusions Into The Far Future, Conceals The Boundaries Of Birth And Death, Which Enclose The Life Of The Human Being So Narrowly And Oppressively, And With A Kind Of Optical Illusion, Expands His Short Existence Into Endless Space, Leading The Individual Imperceptibly Over Into Humanity.

In The Society, Where People Are Just Parts In A Larger Machine, Individuals Are Unable To Develop Fully.