From a distance the rushing of the torrent delights and uplifts us, but it rocks us in a flimsy boat, we are overwhelmed by despair. The same applies to danger.

Art compares to nature like wine to the grape.

In early times, before the floods swept across the world, there was life, albeit odd, as one can see from the fossils of mammoth bones, and there was the regime of Prince Metternich.

Since love is folly, a foolish woman is more dangerous than a wise one.

How frightening it is to have reached the height of human accomplishment in art that must forever borrow from life's abundance.

No one will stop to help you when you are in need, but everyone forces opinions upon you that you do not require.

To declaim freedom verses seems like a poem within a poem; freedom requires guns, it requires arms, but no feet.