Every Great Masterpiece Is A Purification Of

In The Realm Of Human Destiny, The Depth Of Man's Questionings Is More Important Than His Answers.

An Artist Discovers His Genius The Day He Dares Not To Please.

Christ...an Anarchist Who Succeeded. That's All.

The Great Christian Art Did Not Die Because All Possible Forms Had Been Used Up; It Died Because Faith Was Being Transformed Into Piety. Now, The Same Conquest Of The Outside World That Brought In Our Modern Individualism, So Different From That Of The Renaissance, Is By Way Of Relativizing The Individual. It Is Plain To See That Man's Faculty Of Transformation, Which Began By A Remaking Of The Natural World, Has Ended By Calling Man Himself Into Question.

One Cannot Create An Art That Speaks To Men When One Has Nothing To Say.