What Do We Have In

Truths Are Illlusions Which We Have Forgotten Are Illusions.

As An Artist One Has No Home In Europe Except In Paris.

One Must Still Have Chaos In Oneself To Be Able To Give Birth To A Dancing Star.

I Fly In Dreams, I Know It Is My Privilege, I Do Not Recall A Single Situation In Dreams When I Was Unable To Fly. To Execute Every Sort Of Curve And Angle With A Light Impulse, A Flying Mathematics - That Is So Distinct A Happiness That It Has Permanently Suffused My Basic Sense Of Happiness.

You Are Treading The Path To Your Greatness: No One Shall Follow You Here! Your Passage Has Effaced The Path Behind You, And Above That Path Stands Written: Impossibility.