Sorrowful And Great Is The Artist's Destiny.

So Let Us Not Worry, And Look Instead As It Has Been Taught Us To Do, As The Birds Of The Air And The Lilies Of The Field, Keeping Complete Faith In Our Father's Goodness.

Supreme Serenity Still Remains The Ideal Of Great Art. The Shapes And Transitory Forms Of Life Are But Stages Toward This Ideal, Which Christ's Religion Illuminates With His Divine Light.

In Life One Must Decide Whether To Conjugate The Verb To Have Or The Verb To Be.

Companions, In Misery And Worse, That Is What We All Are, And To Try To Change This Substantially Avails Us Nothing.

I Did Not Compose My Work As One Might Put On A Church Vestment... Rather It Sprung From The Truly Fervent Faith Of My Heart, Such As I Have Felt It Since My Childhood.