There Is Always Some Madness

Energy Wasted On Negative Ends.

A Nation That Still Believes In Itself Holds Fast To Its Own God.

Art Furnishes Us With Eyes And Hands And Above All The Good Conscience To Be Able To Turn Ourselves Into Such A Phenomenon.

Give Me Today, For Once, The Worst Throw Of Your Dice, Destiny. Today I Transmute Everything Into Gold.

Like The Creatures Of The Forest And The Sea, I Love To Lose Myself For A While.