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Art Is Not Vague Production, Transitory And Isolated, But A Power Which Must Be Directed To The Improvement And Refinement Of The Human Soul.

Every Man Who Steeps Himself In The Spiritual Possibilities Of His Heart Is A Valuable Helper In The Building Of The Spiritual Pyramid Which Will Someday Reach To Heaven.

Every Work Of Art Is The Child Of Its Age And, In Many Cases, The Mother Of Our Emotions. It Follows That Each Period Of Culture Produces An Art Of Its Own Which Can Never Be Repeated.

Our Epoch Is A Time Of Tragic Collision Between Matter And Spirit And Of The Downfall Of The Purely Material World View.

That Is Beautiful Which Is Produced By The Inner Need, Which Springs From The Soul.