"By means of art we are sometimes sent - dimly, briefly - revelations unattainable by reason. Like that little mirror in the fairy tales - look into it, and you will see not yourself but, for a moment, that which passeth understanding, a realm to which no man can ride or fly. And for which the soul begins to ache..."
— Alexander Solzhenitsyn
"Our whole life is taken up with anxiety for personal security, with preparations for living, so that we really never live at all."