There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity. If this meeting is dissolved, then things become unreal.

Unless you have found God in your own soul, the whole world will seem meaningless to you.

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

When we rejoice in our fullness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.

Whatever we understand and enjoy in human products instantly becomes ours, wherever they might have their origin... Let me feel with unalloyed gladness that all the great glories of man are mine.

In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.