The Salvation Of Mankind Lies Only In

This Deliberately Nurtured Hatred Then Spreads To All That Is Alive, To Life Itself, To The World With Its Colors, Sounds, And Shapes, To The Human Body. The Embittered Art Of The Twentieth Century Is Perishing As A Result Of This Ugly Hate, For Art Is Fruitless Without Love. In The East Art Has Collapsed Because It Has Been Knocked Down And Trampled Upon, But In The West The Fall Has Been Voluntary, A Decline Into A Contrived And Pretentious Quest Where The Artist, Instead Of Attempting To Reveal The Divine Plan, Tries To Put Himself In The Place Of God.

As The Fathers Live, So The Children Play.

Literature Transmits Incontrovertible Condensed Experience... From Generation To Generation. In This Way Literature Becomes The Living Memory Of A Nation.

The Central Government Possesses No Plan Of Finding The Way Out Of This Blind Alley.

To Stand Up For Truth Is Nothing. For Truth, You Must Sit In Jail.