Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.
There is no more futile punishment than futile and hopeless labor.
Whatever prevents you from doing your work has become your work.
A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
Without work all life goes rotten.
