He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that the painted image might be seared with the lines of suffering and thought, and that he might keep all the delicate bloom and loveliness of his then just conscious boyhood.

Today don't beg, don't ask, just thank God in silence for all the blessings in your life.

He had a big head and a face so ugly it became almost fascinating.

An open mind is not an end in itself but a means to the end of finding truth.

Written By Peter Kreeft

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