Behind every glorious facade there is always hidden something ugly.
Every stink that fights the ventilator thinks it is Don Quixote.
The whole plan hinged upon the natural curiosity of potatoes.
Genius is not so much a light as it is a constant awareness of the surrounding gloom.
I believe in no final solutions.
Art gives man a reminder that he is not just a consumer but a creator as well. It awakens in him the urge to struggle and perform great deeds; it fills him with the craving to pass on the Promethean fire to generations to come.