The Statue Of Freedom Has

That Is A Long Word: Forever!

Only One Thing Abides: An Infinite Beauty That Passes From Form To Form, Eternally Changed And Revealed Afresh.

The Strides Of Humanity Are Slow, They Can Only Be Counted In Centuries.

The Statue Of Freedom Has Not Been Cast Yet, The Furnace Is Hot, We Can All Still Burn Our Fingers.

There Are Only Epicureans, Either Crude Or Refined; Christ Was The Most Refined.