I Really Believe That I

Everything Shows Me Its Face, Its Innermost Being, Its Secret Soul, Which Is More Often Silent Than Heard.

The Artist Is Not A 'sunday Child' For Whom Everything Immediately Succeeds. He Does Not Have The Right To Live Without Duty. The Task That Is Assigned To Him Is Painful, It Is A Heavy Cross For Him To Bear.

The Joy Of Life Consists In The Inevitable, Continual Triumph Of New Values.

The Arts Are Encroaching One Upon Another, And From A Proper Use Of This Encroachment Will Rise The Art That Is Truly Monumental.

The Nightmare Of Materialism, Which Has Turned The Life Of The Universe Into An Evil, Useless Game, Is Not Yet Past; It Holds The Awakening Soul Still In Its Grip.