I Have All That I Lost And

Let The Radiance Of My Enthusiasms Envelop The Poor Courtyard And The Bare Classroom. Let My Heart Be A Stronger Column And My Goodwill Purer Gold Than The Columns And Gold Of Rich Schools.

You Shall Create Beauty Not To Excite The Senses But To Give Sustenance To The Soul.

What The Soul Is To The Body, So Is The Artist To His People.

Love Beauty It Is The Shadow Of God On The Universe

I Have A Faithful Joy And A Joy That Is Lost. One Is Like A Rose, The Other, A Thorn. The One That Was Stolen I Have Not Lost.