Only sick music makes money today.

Is man God's biggest blunder, or is man's God?

I love him who wants to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.

A nation usually renews its youth on a political sick-bed, and there finds again the spirit which it had gradually lost in seeking and maintaining power.

And so while dreams are the individual man's play with reality, the sculptor's art is (in a broader sense) the play with dreams.

The woman and the genius do not work. Up to now, woman has been mankind's supreme luxury. In all those moments when we do our best, we do not work. Work is merely a means to these moments.