Art is not a mirror. Art is a hammer.
The fate of man is man.
All artforms are in the service of the greatest of all arts: the art of living.
Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.
It is easier to rob by setting up a bank than by holding up a bank clerk.
What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?