Wood Burns Because It Has The Proper

Art Is A Mediator Of The Unspeakable.

I Do Not Know Myself, And God Forbid That I Should.

Each Has His Own Happiness In His Hands, As The Artist Handles The Rude Clay He Seeks To Reshape It Into A Figure; Yet It Is The Same With This Art As With All Others: Only The Capacity For It Is Innate; The Art Itself Must Be Learned And Painstakingly Practiced.

Still This Planet's Soil For Noble Deeds Grants Scope Abounding.

The Greatest Act Of Faith Takes Place When A Man Finally Decides That He Is Not God.