The Battleline Between Good And Evil Runs

The Task Of The Artist Is To Sense More Keenly Than Others The Harmony Of The World, The Beauty And The Outrage Of What Man Has Done To It, And Poignantly To Let People Know.

It Makes Me Happier, More Secure, To Think That I Do Not Have To Plan And Manage Everything For Myself, That I Am Only A Sword Made Sharp To Smite The Unclean Forces, An Enchanted Sword To Cleave And Disperse Them. Grant, O Lord, That I May Not Break As I Strike! Let Me Not Fall From Thy Hand!

Many Of You Have Already Found Out, And Others Will Find Out In The Course Of Their Lives, That Truth Eludes Us If We Do Not Concentrate Our Attention Totally On It's Pursuit. But Even While It Eludes Us, The Illusion Of Knowing It Still Lingers And Leads To Many Misunderstandings. Also, Truth Seldom Is Pleasant; It Is Almost Invariably Bitter.

Any Fool Can Bomb A Train, But Just Try Sorting Out The Mess.

In Keeping Silent About Evil, In Burying It So Deep Within Us That No Sign Of It Appears On The Surface, We Are Implanting It, And It Will Rise Up A Thousandfold In The Future. When We Neither Punish Nor Reproach Evildoers . . . We Are Ripping The Foundations Of Justice From Beneath New Generations.