If It Goes Well With

... That Maxim Of Descartes: "question Everything!" Question Everything!

This Deliberately Nurtured Hatred Then Spreads To All That Is Alive, To Life Itself, To The World With Its Colors, Sounds, And Shapes, To The Human Body. The Embittered Art Of The Twentieth Century Is Perishing As A Result Of This Ugly Hate, For Art Is Fruitless Without Love. In The East Art Has Collapsed Because It Has Been Knocked Down And Trampled Upon, But In The West The Fall Has Been Voluntary, A Decline Into A Contrived And Pretentious Quest Where The Artist, Instead Of Attempting To Reveal The Divine Plan, Tries To Put Himself In The Place Of God.

A Human Being Is All Hope And Impatience.

But What Can You Say In A Letter?

In Keeping Silent About Evil, In Burying It So Deep Within Us That No Sign Of It Appears On The Surface, We Are Implanting It, And It Will Rise Up A Thousandfold In The Future. When We Neither Punish Nor Reproach Evildoers . . . We Are Ripping The Foundations Of Justice From Beneath New Generations.