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A Musician, An Artist, An Architect: The Man Or Woman Who Is Not One Of These Is Not A Christian.

Every Man Who Is Not An Artist Is A Traitor To His Own Nature.

For All Eternity, I Forgive You And You Forgive Me.

O Earth, O Earth, Return! Arise From Out The Dewy Grass; Night Is Worn; And The Morn Rises From The Slumbrous Mass.

He Who Does Not Imagine In Stronger And Better Lineaments, And In Stronger And Better Light Than His Perishing And Mortal Eye Can See, Does Not Imagine At All.