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The Temple Of Art Is Built Of Words. Painting And Sculpture And Music Are But The Blazon Of Its Windows, Borrowing All Their Significance From The Light, And Suggestive Only Of The Temple's Uses.

Artists Are Nearest God. Into Their Souls He Breathes His Life, And From Their Hands It Comes In Fair, Articulate Forms To Bless The World.

A Mind Grows By What It Feeds On.

If We Will Measure Other People's Corn In Our Own Bushel, Let Us First Take It To The Divine Standard, And Have It Sealed.

The Idle Man Stands Outside Of God's Plan, Outside Of The Ordained Scheme Of Things; And The Truest Self-respect, The Noblest Independence, And The Most Genuine Dignity, Are Not To Be Found There.