Whom Do You Call Bad?--those

All Truths Are Bloody Truths To Me.

Of All Writings I Love Only That Which Is Written With Blood. Write With Blood: And You Will Discover That Blood Is Spirit.

The Less Men Are Fettered By Tradition, The Greater Becomes The Inward Activity Of Their Motives, And Greater Again In Proportion To Their Outer Restlessness.

We Love Life, Not Because We Are Used To Living But Because We Are Used To Loving.

Artists May Here Have A More Subtle Scent: They Know Only Too Well That It Is Precisely When They Cease To Act 'voluntarily' And Do Everything Of Necessity That Their Feeling Of Freedom, Subtlety, Fullness Of Power, Creative Placing, Disposing, Shaping Reaches Its Height - In Short, That Necessity And 'freedom Of Will' Are Then One In Them.