The soul of the past is conveyed
through the infallible language of art.
It is as if dwelling in a sacred grove of memories
where the thoughts, the feelings,
and the aims of our forebears
speak to us their silent tongue.
Art is like a plant, growing from its seed.
Its characteristics and its quality are concealed
within the potential power of people
until it is given the strength to grow.
Faith, hope, charity, teaching.
If a building is honest,
the architecture is religious.