The Truth Is, I Hoped The Cure

Faith Can Move Mountains; True: Mountains Of Stupidity.

Often With Good Sentiments We Produce Bad Literature.

The Only Really Christian Art Is That Which, Like St. Francis, Does Not Fear Being Wedded To Poverty. This Rises Far Above Art-as-ornament.

The Individual Man Tries To Escape The Race. And As Soon As He Ceases To Represent The Race, He Represents Man.

Man! The Most Complex Of Creatures, And For This Reason The Most Dependant Of Creatures. On Everything That Has Formed You, You May Depend. Do Not Balk At This Apparent Slavery....a Debtor To Many, You Pay For Your Advantages By The Same Number Of Dependencies. Understand That Independence Is A Form Of Poverty; That Many Things Claim You, That Many Also Claim Kinship With You.