Once I blazed across the sky, Leaving trails of flame; I fell to earth, and here I lie - Who'll help me up again? -A Shooting Star

What is part of you, you cannot get rid of, even if you were to throw it away.

Thou shalt abstain, Renounce, refrain.

In the colored reflection we have Life.

Even though the world as a whole progresses, youth must always start again from the beginning, and as individuals go through the epochs of the world's culture.

The artist who is not also a craftsman is no good; but, alas, most of our artists are nothing else.

As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.