There Is No Doubt; Even

The Trend Towards Pure Art Betrays Not Arrogance, As Is Often Thought, But Modesty. Art That Has Rid Itself Of Human Pathos Is A Thing Without Consequence.

Life Is The External Text, The Burning Bush By The Edge Of The Path From Which God Speaks.

The Hero's Will Is Not That Of His Ancestors Nor Of His Society, But His Own. This Will To Be Oneself Is Heroism.

A Revolution Only Lasts Fifteen Years, A Period Which Coincides With The Effectiveness Of A Generation.

Since Love Is The Most Delicate And Total Act Of A Soul, It Will Reflect The State And Nature Of The Soul.