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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.

We Have To Condemn Publicly The Very Idea That Some People Have The Right To Repress Others... When We Neither Punish Nor Reproach Evildoers ... We Are Ripping The Foundations Of Justice From Beneath New Generations.

If A Person Can Build A Fence Around Himself, He Is Bound To Do It.

Pride Grows In The Human Heart Like Lard On A Pig.

It's Quite Enough To Show A Well-beaten Dog The Whip.