Ideals Are The World's Masters.

No Nation Can Be Destroyed While It Possesses A Good Home Life.

The Temple Of Art Is Built In Words.

The Cry Of The Soul Is For Freedom. It Longs For Liberty, From The Date Of Its First Conscious Moments.

The Temple Of Art Is Built Of Words. Painting And Sculpture And Music Are But The Blazon Of Its Windows, Borrowing All Their Significance From The Light, And Suggestive Only Of The Temple's Uses.

Work And Wait, Work And Wait Is What God Says To Us In Creation.