What Holds The World Together, As I

Los Angeles Gives One The Feeling Of The Future More Strongly Than Any City I Know Of. A Bad Future, Too, Like Something Out Of Fritz Lang's Feeble Imagination.

Through Endless Night The Earth Whirls Toward A Creation Unknown.

Art Is Only A Means To Life, To The Life More Abundant. It Is Not In Itself The Life More Abundant. It Merely Points The Way, Something Which Is Overlooked Not Only By The Public, But Very Often By The Artist Himself. In Becoming An End It Defeats Itself.

Better To Separate Than Never To Marry.

I Have No Money, No Resources, No Hopes. I Am The Happiest Man Alive.