When I am dull of thought and heart, when I join myself to
modern life allowing it to carry me along in its muddy torrent, when I fail to
go oft each day to the song bird, the sky, the tree and the earth, I have found
myself alone, without The Holy Counselor, and one of the first signs, my art
has nothing to say…
for its
maker has made himself heartless without eyes or ears.
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