For A Country To Have A Great

Art Thaws Even The Frozen, Darkened Soul, Opening It To Lofty Spiritual Experience.

If We Live In A State Of Constant Fear, Can We Remain Human?

Just As King Midas Turned Everything To Gold, Stalin Turned Everything To Mediocrity.

The Line Separating Good And Evil Passes Not Through States, Nor Between Classes, Nor Between Political Parties Either - But Right Through Every Human Heart - And Through All Human Hearts. This Line Shifts. Inside Us, It Oscillates With The Years. And Even Within Hearts Overwhelmed By Evil, One Small Bridgehead Of Good Is Retained.

A Day Without A Dark Cloud. Almost A Happy Day. There Were Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days Like That In His Stretch. From The First Clang Of The Rail To The Last Clang Of The Rail. Three Thousand Six Hundred And Fifty-three Days. The Three Extra Days Were For Leap Years.