Civilization is paralysis.

Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams.

There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity. In every generation the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite.

Where do we come from? What are We? Where are we going?

Beautiful colors exist, though we do not realize it, and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.

Stressing output is the key to improving productivity, while looking to increase activity can result in just the opposite.

Art is either a plagiarist or a revolutionist.