He is the Rock, His work is perfect: For all His ways are judgment: A God of truth and without iniquity, Just and right is He.
Art amplifies voices on the margins-the views and opinions that power silences.
For some reason, people always assign high cheekbones to some ethnicity, but apparently by their regards, everybody on earth has high cheekbones. So I don't know if that matters.
Do not believe what your teacher tells you merely out of respect for the teacher.
The need for truth is more sacred than any other need.
In a sense the world dies every time a writer dies, because, if he is any good, he has been a wet nurse to humanity during his entire existence and has held earth close around him, like the little obstetrical toad that goes about with a cluster of eggs attached to his legs.