What The Soul Is To

All Night I Have Suffered; All Night My Flesh Has Trembled To Bring Forth Its Gift. The Sweat Of Death Is On My Forehead; But It Is Not Death, It Is Life!

Now I Am Nothing But A Veil; All My Body Is A Veil Beneath Which A Child Sleeps.

What The Soul Is To The Body, So Is The Artist To His People.

For Me, Religiosity Is ... The Constant Remembrance Of The Presence Of The Soul.

You Shall Create Beauty Not To Excite The Senses But To Give Sustenance To The Soul.