The second half of the twentieth century is a complete flop.

As long as people will shed the blood of innocent creatures there can be no peace, no liberty, no harmony between people. Slaughter and justice cannot dwell together.

The pessimism of the creative person is not decadence but a mighty passion for the redemption of man.

What a strange power there is in clothing.

Children have no use for psychology. They detest sociology. They still believe in God, the family, angels, devils, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other such obsolete stuff. When a book is boring, they yawn openly. They don't expect their writer to redeem humanity, but leave to adults such childish allusions.

Children read books, not reviews. They don't give a hoot about critics.

Even in the worm that crawls in the earth there glows a divine spark. When you slaughter a creature, you slaughter God.