All Truths Are Bloody Truths To Me.

When Art Dresses Itself In The Most Worn-out Material It Is Most Easily Recognized As Art.

Some People Throw A Bit Of Their Personality After Their Bad Arguments, As If That Might Straighten Their Paths And Turn Them Into Right And Good Arguments-just As A Man In A Bowling Alley, After He Has Let Go Of The Ball, Still Tries To Direct It With Gestures.

All Mankind Is Divided, As It Was At All Times And Is Still, Into Slaves And Freemen.

All Great Artists And Thinkers Are Great Workers.

What Was Silent In The Father Speaks In The Son, And Often I Found In The Son The Unveiled Secret Of The Father.