Is there a more mysterious idea than to imagine how nature is reflected in the eyes of animals?

Religions die slowly.

Traditions are lovely thingsto create traditions, that is, not to live off them.

Art is nothing but the expression of our dream; the more we surrender to it the closer we get to the inner truth of things, our dream-life, the true life that scorns questions and does not see them.

Is there a more mysterious idea than to imagine how nature is reflected in the eyes of animals?

Whenever we have seen a crevice in the crust of convention, we have called attention to it, because we have hoped for a force underneath, which will someday come to light.

Art has always been and is in its very essence the boldest departure from nature. It is the bridge into the spirit world.