Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.

How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.

A man in armour is his armour's slave.

One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.

How good is life, the mere living!

Earth is crammed with heavens.