Everyone Must Come Out Of His Exile

There Is No Room For God In Him Who Is Full Of Himself.

Everyone Has In Him Something Precious That Is In No One Else.

The True Meaning Of Love One's Neighbor Is Not That It Is A Command From God Which We Are To Fulfill, But That Through It And In It We Meet God.

This Is The Eternal Origin Of Art That A Human Being Confronts A Form That Wants To Become A Work Through Him. Not A Figment Of His Soul But Something That Appears To The Soul And Demands The Soul's Creative Power. What Is Required Is A Deed That A Man Does With His Whole Being.

One Need Ask Only 'what For? What Am I To Unify My Being For?' The Reply Is: Not For My Own Sake.