Words are not in the power of men; men are in the power of words. Every time we open our mouths, a thousand dead men speak through us.
Let the artist show his world, the beauty that was born with him, that never was before and never will be again.
Man screams from the depths of his soul; the whole era becomes a single, piercing shriek. Art also screams, into the deep darkness, screams for help, screams for the spirit. This is Expressionism.
