Faith Can Move Mountains; True: Mountains Of

Whoever Starts Out Toward The Unknown Must Consent To Venture Alone.

The Finest Virtues Can Become Deformed With Age. The Precise Mind Becomes Finicky; The Thrifty Man, Miserly; The Cautious Man, Timorous; The Man Of Imagination, Fanciful. Even Perseverance Ends Up In A Sort Of Stupidity. Just As, On The Other Hand, Being Too Willing To Understand Too Many Opinions, Too Diverse Ways Of Seeing, Constancy Is Lost And The Mind Goes Astray In A Restless Fickleness.

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.

Sadness Is Almost Never Anything But A Form Of Fatigue.

Be Faithful To That Which Exists Nowhere But In Yourself- And Thus Make Yourself Indispensable.