Hope Is A Talent Like

For What I Have Received May The Lord Make Me Truly Thankful. And More Truly For What I Have Not Received.

What I Do Not Know And Cannot Even Hope To Understand Before I Die Is Why Human Beings Are Willfully, Coldly, Matter-of-factly Cruel To Each Other ... What Nerve Has Atrophied In The Torturer, Or Worse Is Sensually Moved?

... The Stomach Is Near The Heart And One Appetite Pricks On Another.

Fear Is The Deep Motive Of Abstract Art - Fear Of A Repellent Civilization Which Is Dominated By The Power Of Things. ... Who Can Be Surprised If, More Sensitive Than The Others, The Artist Is Terrified By The Power Things Have Acquired Over Us?

The Only Way To Live Is To Accept Each Minute As An Unrepeatable Miracle, Which Is Exactly What It Is: A Miracle And Unrepeatable.