Every Human Act Can Be Disguised With

This Deliberately Nurtured Hatred Then Spreads To All That Is Alive, To Life Itself, To The World With Its Colors, Sounds, And Shapes, To The Human Body. The Embittered Art Of The Twentieth Century Is Perishing As A Result Of This Ugly Hate, For Art Is Fruitless Without Love. In The East Art Has Collapsed Because It Has Been Knocked Down And Trampled Upon, But In The West The Fall Has Been Voluntary, A Decline Into A Contrived And Pretentious Quest Where The Artist, Instead Of Attempting To Reveal The Divine Plan, Tries To Put Himself In The Place Of God.

A Hard Life Improves The Vision.

And The Over-all Fact That You Are A Frail Vessel Full Of Errors.

When One Is Already On The Edge Of The Grave, Why Not Resist?

A Storm Breaks Trees. It Only Bends Grass.