Beauty always had a purpose: to be of service to life.

Truly, everything in this world depended on time. Time ripened all. If you had time, you succeeded in working the human mud internally and turning it into spirit. Then you did not fear death. If you did not have time, you perished.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

Only after I've seen the visible can I imagine what the invisible is.

Man is able, and has the duty, to reach the furthest point on the road he has chosen. Only by means of hope can we attain what is beyond hope.

What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams.

The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love.