Now For Some Heartwork.

What We Do Battle With Is So Small, What Battles Us Is So Large.

Children Are Still The Way You Were As A Child, Sad And Happy In Just The Same Way-and If You Think Of Your Childhood, You Once Again Live Among Them, Among The Solitary Children.

To Be An Artist Means Not To Compute Or Count.

That Is Why Young People, Who Are Beginners In Everything, Are Not Yet Capable Of Love: It Is Something They Must Learn. With Their Whole Being, With All Their Forces, Gathered Around Their Solitary, Anxious, Upward-beating Heart, They Must Learn To Love.

This Is The Miracle That Happens Every Time To Those Who Really Love: The More They Give, The More They Possess.