What is Art? It is the response of man’s creative soul to the call of the Real.
A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.
God respects me when I work, but He loves me when I sing.
Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.
Truth cannot afford to be tolerant where it faces positive evil.
Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.
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