It Is Not Peace That

Let Us Seek Truth Everywhere; Let Us Cull It Wherever We Can Find Its Blossom Or Its Seed. Having Found The Seed, Let Us Scatter It To The Winds Of Heaven. Where Ever It May Blow, It Will Germinate. There Is No Lack In This Wide Universe Of Souls That Will Form The New Ground.

As A Result Of All His Education, From Everything He Hears And Sees Around Him, The Child Absorbs Such A Lot Of Lies And Foolish Nonsense, Mixed In With Essential Truths, That The First Duty Of The Adolescent Who Wants To Be A Healthy Man Is To Disgorge It All.

There Is No Joy Other Than The Joy Of Creating. There Is No Man Who Is Truly Alive Other Than One Who Is Creating. All Others Are Just Shadows On The Earth With Nothing To Do With Being Alive. The Joy Of Living, Whether It Is Love Or Action, Is The Joy Of Creating.

Any Man Who Is Really A Man Must Learn To Be Alone In The Midst Of Others, To Think Alone For Others, And, If Necessary, Against Others.

The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through The Raging Of The Storm, Points Steadily To The North.