I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

There's more to beauty in truth even if it is dreadful beauty. The story tellers at the city gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy eye and the stupid and the weak, and this only strengthens their infirmities and teaches them nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar

God is God. He knows what he is doing. When you can’t trace his hand, trust his heart.

Why must we be eternally on our knees before the Kants and Hugos?

Written By Jose Clemente Orozco

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