The memory of man is as old as misfortune
Art like life is an open secret.
History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.
For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in its true potential - the imagination.
We should tackle reality in a slightly jokey way, otherwise we miss its point.
Gamblers and lovers really play to lose.