The task of the artist is to sense more keenly than others the harmony of the world, the beauty and the outrage of what man has done to it, and poignantly to let people know.

Happiness doesn't depend on the actual number of blessings we manage to scratch from life, only our attitude towards them.

Man has set for himself the goal of conquering the world but in the processes loses his soul.

Hastiness and superficiality are the psychic diseases of the 20th century, and more than anywhere else this disease is reflected in the press.

The generation now coming out of Western schools is unable to distinguish good from bad. Even those words are unacceptable. This results in impaired thinking ability.

Surely people should eventually cease to be surprised at anything? And yet they continue to be.

There can be no acceptable future without an honest analysis of the past.