I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town's Latin school.

Each man's life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path... But each of us - experiments of the depths - strives toward his own destiny. We can understand one another; but each of us is able to interpret himself to himself alone.

Never is a man wholly a saint or a sinner.

Seeking means: to have a goal; but finding means: to be free, to be receptive, to have no goal.

Each man had only one genuine vocation - to find the way to himself....His task was to discover his own destiny - not an arbitrary one - and to live it out wholly and resolutely within himself. Everything else was only a would-be existence, an attempt at evasion, a flight back to the ideals of the masses, conformity and fear of one's own inwardness.

You show the world as a complete, unbroken chain, an eternal chain, linked together by cause and effect.

Art is contemplation of the world in a state of grace and imaginatively reflecting that subjective understanding.