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Good Taste" Is A Virtue Of The Keepers Of Museums. If You Scorn Bad Taste, You Will Have Neither Painting Nor Dancing, Neither Palaces Nor Gardens.

The Seed Haunted By The Sun Never Fails To Find Its Way Between The Stones In The Ground. And The Pure Logician, If No Sun Draws Him Forth, Remains Entangled In His Logic.

A Civilization Is Built On What Is Required Of Men, Not On That Which Is Provided For Them.

Perfection Is Reachednot When There's Nothing To Add, But When There's Nothing To Take Away.

When Faith Burns Itself Out, 'tis God Who Dies And Thenceforth Proves Unavailing.