The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through

A Great Nation Assailed By War Has Not Only Its Frontiers To Protect: It Must Also Protect Its Good Sense. It Must Protect Itself From The Hallucinations, Injustices, And Follies Which The Plague Lets Loose.

Everything Is Music For The Born Musician.

One Day History Will Pass Judgment On Each Of The Nations At War; She Will Weigh Their Measure Of Errors, Lies, And Heinous Follies. Let Us Try To Make Ours Light Before Her!

To Understand Everything Is To Hate Nothing.

Skepticism, Riddling The Faith Of Yesterday, Prepared The Way For The Faith Of Tomorrow.